Orochimaru did not respond.
Kakuzu, however, swept his gaze across every Uchiha around them at once.
The more he looked, the uglier his expression became.
Among these people, not a single one had the flimsy aura of a weakling.
Every member of the Uchiha Shrine possessed chakra and combat prowess at least on the level of a Jonin. Several auras had already surpassed the limits of ordinary Jonin and firmly entered Kage Level.
What was most terrifying was not their individual strength.
It was that after taking their positions, their chakra and presence rapidly merged, dozens of people forming a complete war machine together.
When one attacked, several others supported them.
When one point was blocked, the entire formation could shift at once.
This highly unified joint combat capability allowed them to unleash strength far beyond a simple addition of numbers.
Kakuzu had lived for decades. He had seen wars between shinobi villages and the most elite shinobi forces of every nation.
Precisely because his experience was so extensive, he understood even more clearly how terrifying the force before him was.
In the past, when facing a lone top-tier powerhouse, he had never truly despaired.
If he could not win, he could flee.
If he could not escape once, he could still rely on his five hearts to hold out.
The Shinobi World was vast. As long as he hid in the underground black market, changed his identity, and lay low for a few years, he could always evade pursuit.
But this was different.
Lumen was suppressing Hashirama and Tobirama.
Shisui and Itachi had stopped the Third Kazekage and Hozuki Gengetsu.
Fugaku led the entire Uchiha Shrine in sealing off the perimeter.
The Regeneration Core in Sasori's chest pulsed slowly, while his damaged puppet body did not even assume an