War engulfed the New Continent. The Sky Ninja had never imagined that before they could finish taking revenge on the shinobi world, its forces would attack them directly. They were utterly terrified.
Most terrifying of all, the Allied Shinobi Forces had not come by sea. They had bypassed the coastal defenses entirely and appeared right in their midst.
There was no defending against it. Before they could even react, several cities had fallen in quick succession.
Back then, Konoha alone had wiped out their entire country. Now, the Allied Shinobi Forces had appeared within their territory and caught them completely off guard.
They could not understand where these people had come from.
But there was no need to keep trying to figure it out.
Organizing their defenses mattered far more than investigating where the enemy had appeared from.
Faced with this immense crisis, the factions within the Sky Ninja temporarily set aside their grudges, united, and began concentrating their forces to fight back.
They began gathering manpower everywhere. When they ran short, they simply conscripted indigenous slaves with no ability to fight.
Yet this slave army had no fighting strength whatsoever. Even threats of death could not make them effective fighters, and instead kindled their desire to rebel.
We're going to die anyway, so we might as well fight! Maybe we can take an enemy or two down with us.
Under these circumstances, the Sky Ninja's army suffered defeat after defeat.
Before long, the internal factions that had finally managed to unite fell apart once again.
Different voices began emerging among their leaders. Some clamored for surrender, arguing that continuing to fight was pointless. Others insisted on fighting to the death, while still others considered alternative ways out.
The vast majority wanted to abandon the New Continent and leave. After