Inside a massive cavern thousands of meters beneath Amegakure.
A thick, damp aura of death, mixed with the stench of underground mud, permeated the darkness.
At the feet of that withered Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, a hundred meters tall, with a ferocious face and nine tightly closed giant eyes.
The enormous underground culture tank was like a boiling swamp, churning wildly with a ghastly white, viscous Utakata.
"Glug... Glug!!"
Accompanied by a series of chilling sounds as the earth broke apart.
One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...
An army of 100,000 White Zetsu, completely pale and hairless, without reproductive organs, resembling a bizarre stitch-together of plants and humans!
They crawled out from the depths of the mud in dense, overlapping masses!
They hang on stalagmites, perch on the tips of stalactites, and are even densely distributed between every inch of the rock face.
At a glance, the entire vast underground world was nothing but a desolate, pale, and lifeless ocean of bones!
According to the ancient setting of the God Tree a thousand years ago.
These White Zetsu weapons, transformed from living beings, were supposed to be cold-blooded, cruel, fearless of death, and a world-destroying frenzy that obeyed only the will of the people.
However.
The White Zetsu Clone that had just crawled out of the cultivation pool were now squatting in the mud, tilting their bald white heads.
Some were looking down curiously, touching their belly buttons.
"Hey, does anyone know what the 'urge to poop' actually feels like?"
"I've heard that humans excrete a smelly stuff every day. What does that stuff taste like?"
"I don't know, but didn't Obito go to the Five Kage Summit to declare war? Why hasn't he come back for dinner yet?"
One hundred thousand White Zetsu gathered together and whispered among themselves, instantly turning the entire gloomy and sacred Hall of Golems into a noisy, chaotic marketplace with the utterly shameless chatter of these freaks!
"Buzz--!!"
In the void, spatial ripples suddenly spiraled and twisted!
Obito Uchiha staggered out of the Kamui black hole, landing heavily on one of the giant toes of the golem!
The right half of the orange spiral tiger skin mask on his face had long since shattered into countless fragments.
It revealed a hideous face covered in twisted burn scars, now stained with blood and charred black!
What's even more alarming is that Obito's black robe with red clouds Obito his chest is completely soaked in blood, and his whole body is weak and chaotic, with one hand pressing hard on his fractured chest in excruciating pain!
" Obito?! How did you get your face bruised?!"
Several White Zetsu Clone in the front row were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, their eyes wide with shock and they cried out in alarm:
"Your mask is so sturdy, did some mountain hit you head-on?!"
"Shut your stinking mouths!!"
Obito 'Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun wildly, and he roared almost uncontrollably, unleashing a torrent of killing intent!
He swallowed the mouthful of blood that surged in his throat, wishing he could crush all those talkative idiots on the spot!
Just then...
The pitcher plant leaves slowly unfurled from the ground, and the White Zetsu emerged from the mud.
His half-pale face was covered with lingering cold sweat and a blank expression.
White Zetsu swallowed hard, surveyed the countless clones surrounding him, and raised his voice to report firsthand intelligence from the front lines:
"Brothers! Stop arguing! Listen up, all of you!!"
" Obito was just in the Land of Iron... when Senju Kenya a distance, shattering his mask instantly through the Kamui Dimension!!"
"Boom!!"
The 100,000 White Zetsu instantly erupted in chaos!
White Zetsu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued to gesticulate wildly and roar:
"Not only that! Our ultimate enemy— Konoha —has now completely mutated!!"
"According to intelligence gathered by our spies, after Senju Kenya returned to the village, he abolished all Ninjutsu barriers!"
"He dragged over 30,000 ninjas to the plaza, stripped them naked, and shaved their heads!"
"Whether they're Genin or Jonin, they carry around Taiseki weighing hundreds of pounds Tenten, doing thousands of push-ups like crazy on the streets!!"
"Even the cleaning Big Mom in the whole village have developed muscles as hard as iron!!"
"Even Naruto Uzumaki, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, now throws 80-pound truck gears like darts; one dart could flatten a mountain!"
This was an earth-shattering, awe-inspiring intelligence report.
The echoes reverberated through the vast, towering cavern hall.
However, the anticipated scene of 100,000 troops united in hatred against the enemy and filled with murderous intent did not materialize.
A total of 100,000 White Zetsu Clone.
In that instant, their movements froze in perfect unison.
Those 100,000 pale faces that were originally all smiles.
In just a few seconds, his expression went from bewilderment to confusion, and then from confusion to a deep-seated existential crisis!
A White Zetsu Clone, crouching beside the golem's finger, tremblingly raised its pale right hand:
"Um... Obito, Lord Black Zetsu."
White Zetsu touched his thin, withered arm, devoid of any muscle, and his voice was so weak it was like a mosquito's hum:
"Our White Zetsu army... its core innate skills are ' Mayfly Technique ' for infiltration and ' Hiding with Camouflage Technique ' for perfectly disguising ourselves as the enemy's Chakra, right?"
Obito's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth. "So what if it is?!"
"But boss..."
With a sob in his voice, the White Zetsu Clone pointed to his pale face and protested with utter grief and indignation:
"The guys on the other side are a bunch of shirtless, muscular, greasy-looking Spartan wrestlers who can eat ten pounds of raw beef with a single bite!!"
"With our skinny, bony bodies, no matter how well Chakra, we'll be completely exposed once we take off our clothes!"
"Where are we supposed to get them to magically develop eight-pack abs on the spot?!"
Another White Zetsu Clone also pounded his chest and stamped his feet, his face filled with despair:
"That's right, boss! We're a bio-weapon unit that carries out assassinations and sneak attacks!"
"Assassination requires that the target has a physical weakness!!"
"Those guys over there now, they've even trained their eyelids so well they can bend a black steel spear into a hook!"
"What can we do besides smash our own Kunai Kunai pieces and getting slapped into a pulp?!"
"This isn't sending us to war! This is dumping us truckloads into a shredder!!"
Complaints, doubts, and desperate protests spread like wildfire among the 100,000 White Zetsu!
The entire Akatsuki's ultimate military camp, which should have been majestic and mysterious.
It completely turned into a scene of large-scale labor disputes and philosophical skepticism!
"Shut up! All of you shut up!"
Black Zetsu, who had been hiding in the shadows, contorted his face, half of it as black as ink, with rage, and let out a piercing, ear-piercing scream of fury:
"You are an immortal legion! You are the eternal creation of the God Tree!!"
"Quantity! You have a numerical advantage of a full 100,000!!"
Black Zetsu roared hysterically, trying to calm the group of deranged weapons:
"Even a single spit from each person would be enough to completely engulf Konoha!!"
However.
Black Zetsu's roar did not dispel the fog of despair that permeated the hearts of the 100,000-strong army.
Countless White Zetsu looked at each other, staring at their pale hands, their confusion and fear growing even stronger.
The dozens of White Zetsu Clone standing at the front row even looked up in despair at the dark and cold cave ceiling, letting out a mournful cry from the depths of their souls.