Ryūjin Jakka, a blade turned on Madara Uchiha

As those words fell, everyone around them went pale.

Konan raised her head.

Kisame, Kakuzu, and Sasori also turned toward Jian Zhen.

To any powerful fighter in the Shinobi World, the name Madara Uchiha carried an overwhelming weight.

And this was the very Madara whom Ren had just sealed.

If Madara began slaughtering people in the Uchiha Family's Inner Court, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"The Clan Leader placed that seal himself."

Kasumi Uchiha looked grim.

"Who could possibly undo it?"

Jian Zhen clenched his fists.

"They didn't break through it directly."

"The intruder bypassed every sensory barrier and went straight to the raised platform."

"By the time I arrived, cracks had already appeared in the stone statue."

Nagato looked up at that.

"Obito."

Ren's mental mark still locked onto Obito as he retreated in the distance.

His presence had not vanished completely; it had merely grown faint across the intervening space.

Jian Zhen's report now confirmed Ren's suspicions.

After leaving the battlefield, Black Zetsu had gone to the Uchiha District.

"Clan Leader, we have to return immediately!"

Jian Zhen spoke urgently.

"Madara hasn't regained his full strength, but the forces left in the Inner Court can't stop him."

Yet Ren remained calm.

"I made preparations before I left."

Jian Zhen froze.

"But Madara has already broken free!"

"Breaking free doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants."

Ren gazed into the distance.

"The Inner Court's seals, barriers, and troop deployments are enough to hold him back."

"Take the others back first and stabilize the situation."

Jian Zhen clasped his fist in salute.

"Understood!"

Ren turned to Konan.

"Escort every member of the Akatsuki Organization back to the Land of Rain under guard."

"Keep Nagato in separate custody."

Konan's expression shifted slightly.

"You aren't going to deal with him yourself?"