Facing the Rinnegan, Who Could Remain Unmoved?

Cutting these tubes meant that Madara Uchiha's life would come to an end.

But he had to make this choice. His body was too old; he could not even reclaim the Rinnegan. He could only die ahead of time and return to the Shinobi World in another way.

"Haah... haah..."

The tubes were severed, and Madara Uchiha slumped into his chair. Like an old man at death's door—one suffering from severe asthma—he wheezed heavily, his inhalations and exhalations severely out of balance.

As Madara Uchiha's breaths grew heavier, his vital signs gradually faded, and his life slowly reached its end.

It was about to begin.

Black Zetsu looked at White Zetsu. "Go gather some intelligence for Lord Madara."

"Yes!!"

White Zetsu immediately slipped away.

If he had not feared being punished by Madara Uchiha for running off outright, White Zetsu would have fled long ago.

To him, Black Zetsu's orders were practically imperial decrees. White Zetsu turned and ran, moving incredibly fast.

After White Zetsu left, the underground base fell quiet. Only a gigantic statue sitting cross-legged, an old man's corpse, and Black Zetsu remained.

"Damn it!!!"

"You all deserve to die!!"

"Why?! Why did you do this?"

"Do you know how many years I worked for this?"

With the irrelevant people gone and Madara Uchiha reduced to a corpse, Black Zetsu finally no longer needed to restrain his emotions.

Overwhelmed by his feelings, he could not help but curse furiously.

After so many years, he had finally guided Madara Uchiha down this path. He had finally gotten close to him. He had finally made him lower his guard and place what little trust he had in him.

Everything had been moving in the right direction.

Then a sudden attack shattered it all.

How could Black Zetsu accept that?

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