A massive sword slash descended from the sky, forcibly cleaving a rift through the very center of the Naruson Domain that shrouded heaven and earth, connecting it to the outside world.
The next moment.
A white-haired figure rode the lingering sword winds, stepping slowly through the shattered rift in the domain and onto the ravaged battlefield.
"Yo, little Obito, that's quite the look you've got there. A few of this guy's clones held your uncle up for a while, so I'm a little late. You don't mind, do you?"
His white hair was still wet, so it had been neatly slicked back. The Ninja Blade in his hand held a faint, frosty-white gleam. His presence was calm and detached, yet carried an unmistakable sense of security.
Hatake Sakumo had arrived!
"Uncle Sakumo, what took you so long?!"
His voice thick with tears, Obito Uchiha could not help murmuring as he looked at Hatake Sakumo. In the end, he was only a teenage boy.
The moment Hatake Sakumo appeared, all his feigned strength came crashing down.
Nearby, Madara Uchiha's grip on Fang Tian Huaji paused slightly. His eyes narrowed a fraction, a trace of surprise flashing through them as he looked at Hatake Sakumo.
Yet in the next second, a snowy-white sword gleam erupted before his eyes.
Without any hesitation, Madara Uchiha raised his hand and swung Fang Tian Huaji.
Clang!!!!!
With an explosive crash, Madara Uchiha shot backward.
"You have... the scent of world-destruction seed number two on you. No, not its scent. You are that seed. No wonder I couldn't find any trace of you. So you chose the same path as her."
As he retreated, Madara Uchiha flicked Fang Tian Huaji, shaking off the sword slash upon it before speaking indifferently.
"What are you babbling about? I don't