"What you excel at can turn around and kill you. For all your strength, your weaknesses are no different from an ordinary person's." Madara Uchiha showed no trace of ease, still watching the Purple-Clad Woman gravely.
"You said I had a vicious personality, didn't you? You said I wasn't likable, right?"
"Then you should know what extremes a vicious person will go to! My will is real!"
The old hag before him could possess any object in the Ten Thousand Worlds, and the Shinobi World was no exception.
That was why the magic item "Hour of Destruction" served as a tool to briefly prevent her from escaping through possession.
The Purple-Clad Woman frowned in discomfort, but she did not cry out in pain.
Pain born of death was nothing particularly troubling.
But now, the death filling their surroundings flowed into her body like venom, bringing pain she had never experienced before and gradually spreading throughout her.
Even this pain was not unbearable to her. She still wore a smile as she said, "You know, although the Sealing Jutsu you created did hinder me a little, I could still have possessed something nearby just now, or even little Muye. So thank me. I didn't hurt them."
Indeed, she could have escaped just then, but out of habit, she had not.
Just as Madara Uchiha had said.
She had been invincible for too long and was somewhat arrogant in the face of danger.
Madara Uchiha watched her with a complicated expression and said quietly, "...I made an agreement with Yanbai's younger brothers and sisters."
"Oh?" Understanding appeared on the Purple-Clad Woman's face. She had guessed long ago and was not surprised.
Madara Uchiha remained expressionless. "They logged out of all the worlds and are waiting outside for my signal. They can shut