Those who witnessed the entire process were now even more shaken to the point of a numb scalp.
Everyone was trembling, and that was awe of unknown power.
"Lord Gekkō Raito did this..."
"This is also too terrifying, resurrecting the dead with a wave of his hand..."
"God! This is definitely a god!"
Someone did not know who shouted, and it instantly aroused the resonance of everyone.
Aside from a god, who could control life and death?
Who could make a shattered home instantly reunite?
At this moment, Gekkō Raito's prestige in Kirigakure completely reached its peak.
Meanwhile, in a certain dark and damp underground base.
Obito leaned decadently against the wall, and that only exposed Sharingan was full of ashes.
"Nagato died, and the Rinnegan is gone too."
"Zetsu, you tell me how to play this next game of chess."
Obito's voice was hoarse, and it carried a sense of deep helplessness.
The Akatsuki existed in name only, and years of planning were destroyed in a single morning.
Knowing this would happen, when he heard that Konoha produced a genius back then, he should have made a move himself and strangled Gekkō Raito while he was still in the cradle.
Even risking exposing his identity would be better than losing everything now!
The Eye of the Moon Plan declared bankruptcy before it even started.
Black and White Zetsu emerged from the ground, looked at Obito whose heart was like dead ashes, and also remained silent for a while.
Obito smiled self-deprecatingly: "Looking across the entire Shinobi World, I am afraid there is no one left who can balance that monster."
Hearing this, Black Zetsu's golden pupils shrank slightly.
There really was no one left in the Shinobi World, but what if he cast his gaze a little further?