Meanwhile.
Deep underground in an unknown location, Madara Uchiha casually tossed Killer B's corpse onto the ground like a ragged sack, then instructed White Zetsu beside him:
"White Zetsu, dispose of this Eight-Tails Jinchuriki's corpse. Don't let him foul this place."
After speaking, a mocking smile curled at the corners of Madara Uchiha's mouth.
"This Eight-Tails Jinchuriki really was a little rat who knew how to run. If I hadn't already awakened the Rinnegan, his little trick might actually have fooled me."
At Madara Uchiha's words, Black Zetsu turned his gaze toward Killer B's corpse, and his low, raspy voice rang out.
"This Eight-Tails Jinchuriki could be called the most perfect Jinchūriki in history. No one knew exactly what tricks he had up his sleeve. Turning one of the Eight-Tails' tentacles into a clone of himself really was hard to spot.
"If it hadn't been for Madara, he really would have escaped."
White Zetsu curiously reached out a finger and poked Killer B's corpse. After hearing Black Zetsu's words, White Zetsu nodded repeatedly and cried out in agreement:
"Right, right! This Eight-Tails Jinchuriki really was a crafty one. He usually hid in the Valley of Clouds and Lightning. Even the White Zetsu Clones couldn't get close, so of course they couldn't gather any information on him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have nearly gotten away."
Naturally, Madara Uchiha paid little mind to such a trivial matter. After hearing them out, he waved a hand imperiously, then turned his gaze toward the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path nearby. Seeing that eight of its eyes had opened, he could not help smiling in satisfaction.
"Enough. There's no need to discuss such trifles. The Eight-Tails has already been sealed inside the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path. Our most important task now is to