Most importantly, Uchiha Yin was not even twenty yet. He had not reached the peak of his strength, and he was already this powerful. How terrifying was that?
What would happen in a few years, when Uchiha Yin reached his prime?
Would he surpass even Hashirama Senju or Madara Uchiha at their strongest?
Black Zetsu had spent a thousand years scheming and had seen all kinds of powerful people, but he had never encountered anyone with such potential.
When that time came, would the aging Madara still be able to stand against a fully grown Uchiha Yin?
Would his plan still be able to proceed?
Would he have to wait another thousand years for a chance to resurrect "Mother"?
Black Zetsu's expression grew graver.
What a headache.
The thought came to Black Zetsu instinctively.
After all, he had spent a thousand years on this plan. Without knowing for certain that the presence he had just sensed was "Mother," how could he simply abandon it?
All those thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Black Zetsu pulled the long wooden spike from his body and hurled it at Uchiha Yin.
His hands formed seal after seal, and the wooden spike kept growing.
Like the Shadow Clone Technique applied to shuriken, what had been a single wooden spike now multiplied until it covered the sky before Uchiha Yin.
Then the spikes came stabbing down at him.
Crackle!
Amid a violent peal of thunder, three silver bands formed around his wind-tossed hair as though tying it back. Pure white, they gleamed with silver light.
The lightning grew denser, stronger, and brighter. Dazzling flashes burst from it, yet all of it remained bound close to Uchiha Yin's body, like a massive suit of armor that completely hid his skin.
Every strand of his