When the number of Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags reached the millions, the gigantic Wood Human had become like a walking missile.
The ground the Wood Human stepped on alone became a sea of flames, not to mention the Explosive Tags continuously pouring out from its body!
"Save me!"
"Ah!"
"It hurts!"
"Long live Iwagakure! Long live Lord Tsuchikage!"
"Iwagakure will never fall!"
"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!"
"Konoha, damn it!"
Screams, wails, cries for help, or bold declarations before death; ninjutsu unleashed with all their strength in defense; curses directed at Konoha and Tobirama Senju—this was the true state of every Iwagakure ninja.
The fiery red Wood Human rampaged through Iwagakure with Explosive Tags constantly detonating all over its body.
Wherever it went, there was first trembling, then intense firelight, and finally a series of explosions.
"Lord Mū, I'm sorry. Iwagakure has been destroyed by my hands..."
Grabbing a stone from the ground, Ōnoki, the frail old man, knelt halfway down and shed a few rare tears.
All around him lay ruins, and there was no longer a single living Iwagakure ninja nearby.
He regretted it. He regretted declaring war on Konoha.
"Why? Why was Tobirama Senju so strong? Why could he revive even after dying? What gave Konoha the right?!"
He pounded the ground with all his strength, its surface scorching from the flames, venting the turmoil in his heart as all five fingers turned red.
This helplessness, this utter inability to resist, was even worse than when he had first faced Madara Uchiha!
At the very least, Madara had merely given them a show of force back then. But Tobirama Senju now truly wanted their lives!
"Lord Mū! Grandfather Ishikawa! I, Ōnoki, have failed Iwagakure!"
Ōnoki rose to his feet and let out one final roar before turning to