Yan Uchiha's tone grew grave.
Madara Uchiha might have been ancient and decrepit, but that was all the more reason not to underestimate him.
In terms of personal strength alone, Madara was the reincarnation of Indra's chakra. He was old and frail now, but no one could say what tricks he might still unleash if he fought for his life.
More troublesome still was the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
That thing was the physical husk left behind by the Ten-Tails. Madara had survived this long only because it kept supplying him with life force. If they truly drove him into a corner, who knew whether he would forcibly draw even more power from it?
As for Black Zetsu, they could afford to be even less careless.
That thousand-year-old creature had always treated Madara Uchiha as his most important pawn. If anything happened to Madara, he certainly would not stand by and watch.
Black Zetsu had admittedly seemed rather unimpressive in the original story, but that did not mean he had no other trump cards hidden away. He had lived for over a thousand years and witnessed countless things. Even if he had only picked up a little from each experience, everything he had accumulated over those long years would still be frightening.
That was why no one who had lived long enough could be underestimated.
Even someone as stupid as a pig would become somewhat knowledgeable with that much experience behind them. Let alone someone like Black Zetsu, who had spent a thousand years plotting in the shadows. Who could be certain that what he had actually shown was everything he had?
Yan Uchiha understood that perfectly. They had to approach this with the utmost caution.
"Madara?" Obito was utterly confused. "What do you mean?"
Yan Uchiha merely