"Why are there so many tailed beasts?"
"Weren't the jinchūriki killed? Why are the tailed beasts here?"
The shinobi from the various villages paled at the sight.
Ōnoki was especially furious, his mustache bristling and his eyes bulging. The two tailed beasts that had once belonged to Iwagakure were now Yechen's possessions. How could he possibly stomach that?
He was not alone. Hiruzen Sarutobi and the other two old fossils felt the same way. They had thought the Nine-Tails had returned to Kushina Uzumaki's body, yet here he was.
Though they did not know how Kushina Uzumaki had survived, this was still intolerable.
Just as they were about to demand an explanation, an overwhelming pressure swept over them. Every Jonin-level shinobi present felt their heart sink and involuntarily took a step back.
That precision of control alone was unparalleled.
Suddenly, a figure slowly descended from the sky. His otherworldly bearing alone left everyone staring in a daze.
Uchiha Ye Chen.
Everyone silently spoke that name, horror rising within them as they gazed at him.
They felt a tremor deep within their souls, as though a higher life-form were looking down on them like a swarm of ants.
With the Primordial Chaos Devouring Heaven Technique at the peak of its second stage, Yechen's mental power had grown even stronger. He was only a step away from the third stage, while his soul sense had long since transcended to another realm.
That was why they experienced this illusion in Yechen's presence.
And it was precisely this illusion that kept anyone from even considering a rash move.
Has this brat become this terrifying?
Having fought Yechen before, Ōnoki knew very well that although Yechen had been strong back then, he had never seemed as utterly invincible as he did now.
He sighed inwardly.