The war continued!
On the main battlefield of the Fourth Shinobi World War, the air was thick with dust and the stench of blood, suffocatingly heavy.
Countless lives were lost every moment. Everyone was trapped in endless slaughter, unable to break free.
Like surging waves, the White Zetsu Army crashed relentlessly against the Allied Shinobi Forces' last position.
The remaining members of the Third Division, led by Kakashi Hatake and the others, became a solid reef, standing firmly in place, unmoved no matter how the waves battered them.
The opposing sides slaughtered each other madly, colliding with thunderous force and sending up sprays of flesh and blood across the brutal battlefield.
"We're going to win!"
Obito Uchiha stood behind the battlefield, his eyes hidden behind his mask as he watched the White Zetsu Army launch wave after wave of attacks.
Beside him stood several Impure World Reincarnation Ninja, silent throughout.
They were tools he had specifically asked Kabuto Yakushi to prepare to ensure the war went smoothly.
But now, it seemed they would not be needed.
The White Zetsu Army's numbers far exceeded expectations, and the Allied Shinobi Forces' defensive line was on the verge of collapse.
Obito sneered, raising his fingers slightly as he murmured, "Since things have already reached this point, let this war spiral completely out of control."
His icy gaze seemed to pierce the endless crowd and find Kakashi Hatake fighting within it.
For Obito, leading the White Zetsu here and personally defeating the Allied Shinobi Forces led by Kakashi was something he had dreamed of.
"Win?"
Just as Obito watched the slaughter on the battlefield, Black Zetsu's sinister, low voice sounded beside him, and he turned to look.
"You're a little late getting back!"
"I was delayed a little." Black Zetsu's gaze also settled