The raging blizzards in the far north have long since ceased.
However, several meters above the main hall, in mid-air...
That sudden spatial tremor, which arose without warning, was even more eerie and chilling than a level twelve blizzard!
"Buzz--!! Buzz--!!"
The low, piercing sound of air friction was like a rusty iron saw tearing through the air.
The light within the entire field of vision suddenly began to distort violently!
Centered on a specific point in mid-air.
The solid void was like a whirlpool of water shattered by a boulder, spiraling and concave in a clockwise direction!
A dark and deep abyss of spacetime tore open a rotating rift in the void, taller than a person!
" Space-Time Ninjutsu?!"
Above the castle tower, the sword that Admiral Mifune the Land of Iron had sheathed suddenly let out a wary dragon roar once more!
The 30,000 heavily armored warriors who had just knelt on one knee felt a sudden tightness in their chests and looked up, gripping their swords!
"Whoosh--"
A cold wind blew by.
A figure wearing a black trench coat with red cloud patterns slowly stepped out from the depths of the swirling, twisting black vortex!
It landed lightly on top of the broken, tens-of-meters-high black iron beam in front of the main hall!
He wore an orange, single-eyed mask with a spiral pattern all over his face.
Inside the single, deep, round hole in the center of the mask.
A Three-Tomoe Sharingan, crimson as blood and radiating a chilling light, slowly rotated in the dim light, coldly surveying the ravaged battlefield below!
The air inside the entire hall seemed to freeze at freezing point once again in that instant!
"A black cloak with red clouds...?!"
Darui, lying in the snow, suddenly narrowed his eyes and drew his sword with one hand to protect the critically wounded and dying Fourth Raikage:
"The true high Akatsuki?!"
"It's him... it's that scumbag!!"
A heart-wrenching, hate-filled shout suddenly erupted from the seat of the Land of Water!
The newly enthroned Fifth Mizukage, Mei Terumi, unleashed a wild, cascading display of her maple-leaf-red hair!
Her fingertips were wreathed in scalding, Lava Release white mist, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on the Masked Man on the broken beam, her eyes almost bleeding from their glare.
" Chōjūrō! Ao! Draw your sword!!"
"It's that masked bastard! He's the one who controlled Yagura for years with those damned Sharingan!!"
"The true culprit who plunged my Land of Water into a bloody hell... is him!!"
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred!
The hundreds of Anbu Kirigakure behind him, who had already laid down their weapons, were now completely enraged!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Countless Ninja Blade were drawn simultaneously, their killing intent surging like a tsunami towards Obito atop the broken beam!
However.
Faced with this overwhelming killing intent from a major power.
Obito Uchiha, standing atop the broken beam, hadn't even managed to pull his hands out of his long sleeves.
He turned his head slightly, his single eye beneath the mask coldly sweeping over Mei Terumi and the scattered remnants of the army.
The voice that emanated from his throat was a suppressed, aged, hoarse, and self-proclaimed divine tone:
"Just barking ants."
Obito coldly uttered a few words, his tone filled with an icy indifference towards the common people:
"In my eyes, the so-called Bloody Mist Village is nothing more than a necessary growing pain to help this desperate world see reality sooner."
"You mortals who are merely clinging to life have no idea what pain truly means."
Obito's voice was not high-pitched.
Yet its echoes reverberated through the ruins of the grand hall atop the towering snow-capped mountains, carrying an absolute majesty that surpassed even the Five Great Nations.
Then.
Obito's Sharingan shifted slightly downwards.
Finally, it landed on the edge of the deep pit below, on the burly man who was biting a white jade pipe and wearing floral shorts.
Their eyes met.
Looking at Senju Kenya's chiseled face, which seemed to be both smiling and not smiling, and even carried a hint of scrutinizing a monkey show.
Obito Uchiha's scarred right side of his face was hidden behind his mask.
She couldn't help but twitch very slightly twice.
Cold sweat trickled silently down his neck.
Black Zetsu's stern warning from Amegakure still echoed in his mind—this kid is a pure physical monster capable of Air Quake!
but!
Looking at the four crippled figures lying haphazardly across the field, and then feeling his own Sharingan, which housed the supreme divine technique.
Obito took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his inner fear, and his confidence surged once again!
"No matter how strong you are, no matter if you can blow a mountain aside with a single punch..."
Obito sneered coldly to himself, his eyes gleaming with absolute confidence.
"My divine Kamui Intangibility completely transfers my body to another independent, parallel space-time!"
"In this world, no physical force can overcome the barriers of dimensions and harm a single hair on my head!"
No matter how loudly you hit, you're just hitting the air!
With the spiritual pillar of " Kamui is absolutely invincible" as a foundation.
This mastermind, who called himself " Madara Uchiha," completely let go of all his burdens.
The level of sophistication instantly rose to the pinnacle of the universe!
He slowly straightened up from the broken beam.
His arms suddenly spread wide in the raging wind and snow, his black trench coat with red clouds fluttering wildly, like a god of death pronouncing a death sentence on the entire continent!
That scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan instantly erupted with a blood-red light that made the world lose its color!
He looked down at the ruins of Shikoku that had been trampled by Senju Kenya alone.
The sound was like a deafening thunderclap from the heavens, shaking every inch of the entire far northern snowfield.