As someone who enjoyed a good spectacle, it was rather disappointing when there was no spectacle left to enjoy.
With nothing entertaining to watch, Madara Uchiha could not even be bothered to pay attention to the war situation.
Given the scale of the Allied Forces formed by the Five Great Shinobi Villages, even if they wiped out the White Zetsu Army completely, the resulting losses would be enough to leave the Five Great Shinobi Villages hurting for quite a while.
Madara Uchiha had lost the desire to care about the war, but Black Zetsu could not. He kept a close eye on the course of the battle at all times.
Since the nighttime raids and internal strife had failed to achieve any results, they could only grit their teeth and continue the fierce assault.
After all, day or night made little difference to the White Zetsu Army, but not to the Allied Forces. Not every shinobi could move as swiftly at night as they could during the day.
Many shinobi suffered a severe drop in strength once night fell.
They had to seize this advantage and launch a ruthless assault on the Allied Forces.
And so, the Allied Forces shinobi's nightmare began.
The White Zetsu Army, which had originally stopped attacking at night, continued pouring in like a swarm. Like white grim reapers in the darkness, they charged recklessly toward the Allied Forces' positions.
The inconvenience of fighting at night directly led to heavier casualties on the Allied Forces' side.
The command headquarters was thrown into a frenzy by the White Zetsu Army's utterly shameless method of attack.
Logistical pressure multiplied. Fortunately, the logistics troops formed by shinobi from many smaller villages were numerous enough to efficiently transport the wounded back to camp for treatment.
Jingyi knew the enemy was