Minato used Flying Thunder God to dodge the dense barrage of attacks in disarray while looking back at the restrained Hashirama.
"Lord First! You're in terrible shape. We should leave together..."
Hashirama gave a bleak smile, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"I was already a ghost from a bygone era, dead for decades. Being lucky enough to return to the living world for this long was already more than I could have hoped for."
"Konoha is the home I built with my own hands. I will never stand by and watch someone else destroy it!"
"Stop dithering! Take your son and that girl Tsunade and get out of here!"
Hashirama turned his head with difficulty, staring fixedly at the group of strange, white-robed figures before him.
Their power was far too bizarre. They could actually devour ninjutsu and chakra directly.
Bombarding them with conventional ninjutsu was practically handing them supplies.
Minato gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness, but he also knew that delaying any longer would mean they would all be wiped out.
"Lord Hashirama... I'll leave this to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, golden light flashed, and Minato vanished from the spot.
On the other side of the battlefield, Tsunade and Naruto were also surrounded by a group of grotesquely shaped puppets.
"Damn it! There's no end to this scrap metal, no matter how many we smash!"
"What exactly is controlling them from behind the scenes?"
She watched her Konoha comrades fall into pools of blood one after another. Even unarmed civilians were not spared.
Tsunade's heart bled, and she let out a long, helpless sigh.
If they kept wearing themselves down like this, only more people would die, and even their roots would be severed.
Rather than be wiped out entirely,