"Huff-huff-"
Kakashi Hatake panted heavily and casually tossed aside his battered kunai.
He had already lost count of how many enemies he had killed, but as far as he could see, countless White Zetsu were still closing in from every direction.
No matter how much blood and sweat they shed, their once-intact formation was crumbling bit by bit, and their positions kept falling.
Kakashi did not even need his subordinates to report on the battle to see just how dangerous the situation had become.
If the enemy simply maintained its current offensive, the Third Division would soon collapse completely.
The disparity in numbers was too great. This was not something that ingenuity alone could solve.
Even the best cook could not make a meal without ingredients!
That was the brutal reality!
Even though Naruto Uzumaki and Minato Namikaze were also fighting with all their might on the battlefield, they still could not make much of a difference.
Individual valor always seemed like a drop in the ocean in a large-scale war involving tens of thousands.
One moment, they had just cleared the enemies from an area; before they could even catch their breath, more White Zetsu surged in.
Under such a terrifying pace of battle, not only were the ordinary ninja gradually unable to hold on, but even Minato Namikaze and Naruto were somewhat helpless.
The two of them were already far stronger than ordinary ninja.
But even if Minato and his son Naruto could kill dozens or even hundreds of White Zetsu in an instant, still more enemies appeared the very next second.
An army of sixty thousand, or even close to seventy thousand White Zetsu, simply could not be killed off in a short time.
Of course, it was not as though there were no solutions.
In fact,