Deep within the dark, deep underground cavern, the cold, viscous, deathly air almost solidified into droplets.
At the foot of the towering Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, the enormous underground cultivation pool was like boiling mud, constantly bubbling with pale white Utakata.
One hundred thousand pale, shriveled human-shaped bodies were densely packed among the stalactites and crevices of the cave.
This was originally supposed to be a ruthless vanguard of destruction, born from the God Tree.
However, at this moment...
These naked White Zetsu Clone were squatting in the muddy puddle, whispering amongst themselves, making a racket like a run-down vegetable market that had just opened.
"Hey, did you guys hear? Obito Boss Tu to the Land of Iron for a meeting, and apparently he got his face smashed up!"
"Really? Isn't Obito's Kamui invincible? Can't he hide himself in another dimension?"
"Who knows? I heard the opponent didn't even use Ninjutsu; they just threw a punch from a distance, and the space shattered like glass on the spot!"
"That's terrifying! After the war, will we be able to taste what it feels like to poop?"
One hundred thousand White Zetsu gathered together, chattering away, filling the entire gloomy hall with comical murmurs.
"Buzz--!!"
Just then, the space above the golem's toes suddenly twisted like a vortex!
A battered and disheveled figure fell heavily out of the Kamui Black Hole.
"Bang!"
Obito knelt on one knee on the hard stone platform, coughing violently, large mouthfuls of black blood gushing from the corners of his mouth.
The right half of the orange spiral mask on his face had long since crumbled into dust.
His face, now swollen and bruised, was revealed to be a horrifying sight, covered in twisted fire scars!
What's even more shocking is that his sternum was severely sunken downwards, clearly indicating that he had suffered unimaginable and violent internal injuries!
" Obito! You're really disfigured!!"
The White Zetsu Clone in the front row jumped up in fright, pointing at Obito's mangled face and screaming:
"Why is my right cheek so swollen, like a rotten tomato?!"
"Shut your stinking mouths!!"
Obito suddenly looked up, his remaining left eye bloodshot, and roared hysterically!
The violent killing intent materialized into a shockwave, blasting dozens of White Zetsu who had gathered to watch the spectacle away!
Obito pressed his hand firmly against his fractured chest, his teeth grinding together, his eye sockets almost tearing open on the spot!
humiliation!
A humiliation that runs deep in our bones!
He, the powerful figure behind the scenes and the proxy of Madara Uchiha, was chased around like a stray dog by Senju Kenya at the Five Kage Summit!
The terrifying shadow of that punch that shattered Kamui's power still roars wildly deep within his soul!
"Splash--"
The mud churned underground, and a giant green pitcher plant slowly emerged from the soil.
Jue's body rose from the mud.
White Zetsu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked around at the hundred thousand dumbfounded clones in the room with lingering fear.
"Men, stop arguing!"
White Zetsu, in his shrill voice, frantically reported the latest frontline battle situation in the hall:
" The Five Kage Summit is completely ruined! The Fourth Raikage was sent flying a thousand meters by a single punch, smashing half of a snow-capped mountain a thousand meters away!"
"That old man, the Third Tsuchikage Ōnoki, had his lumbar vertebrae broken into three pieces by a single finger, and he's still foaming at the mouth on a stretcher!"
"The entire power of the Shinobi World's allied forces is now in the hands of that monster, Senju Kenya!!"
These words had barely left his mouth.
The 100,000 White Zetsu Clone inside the cave all had their eyes staring out like dead fish eyes.
" The Raikage was sent flying a thousand meters?!"
" The Tsuchikage's waist was snapped by a single finger?!"
"So... what exactly is the enemy we're facing next?!"
Black Zetsu's half of his body, as black as ink, slowly crawled out of the shadows.
That single eye, gleaming with a ghostly yellow light, was sinister and terrifying; its voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed together.
"What's the panic?!"
Even with Konoha Senju Kenya in charge, Konoha's regular army numbers no more than 40,000 at most!
Black Zetsu coldly surveyed the entire scene:
"You possess an overwhelming numerical advantage of 100,000 troops! Moreover, the God Tree cells within you possess limitless stealth and camouflage capabilities!"
"As long as you use the Hiding with Camouflage Technique to infiltrate the Konoha Allied Forces' camp, and assassinate them while they sleep..."
"Lord Black Zetsu, please shut up!!"
A White Zetsu Clone standing at the forefront suddenly leaped out of the mud, interrupting Black Zetsu with a look of utter grief and indignation:
"Infiltration? Disguise? You have no idea what kind of hell Konoha has become!!"
The White Zetsu Clone was so anxious that it jumped up and down, tearing open the skin and flesh of its chest to reveal its withered ribs:
"Just this morning! My hundreds of Spore Clone transmitted top-secret intelligence back from Konoha!!"
"The first thing that Senju Kenya did after returning to the village was to gather all the village's ninjas in the plaza!!"
"Everyone took off their shirts! Everyone shaved their heads into buzz cuts!!"
"They call this 'All-Man Spartan Intensive Training'!!"
The White Zetsu Clone frantically pointed at its thin arms and legs, tears welling up in its pale eyes:
"Whether it's Genin, Chunin, or Jonin!"
Every morning before dawn, everyone must carry a solid black iron slab weighing two hundred pounds and run fifty laps around Konoha!
"After the run, do 3,000 standard squats and push-ups right there on the street!!"
"If it's never finished, Senju Kenya will personally whip its buttocks with a giant ironwood whip!!"
"Even that seven-year-old Sasuke Uchiha is now being beaten so badly that he has to carry a heavy beam and race along mountain roads Tenten!!"
The cave hall was deathly silent.
The 100,000 White Zetsu Clone clones looked down at their thin, bony arms and then touched their soft, sagging bellies.
A full hundred thousand heads were all suddenly filled with bewilderment.
The White Zetsu Clone became more and more excited as it spoke, and even Hand Seals on the spot, transforming into the appearance of a Konoha Ninja with a bang.
But pointing to the fake muscles on his body that he had conjured with Chakra, he burst into tears:
" The Hiding with Camouflage Technique' only disguises Chakra, not body density!!"
"Now, when Konoha ninjas meet on the street, they don't even ask for passwords!"
"The first thing they do when they meet is bump chests and compare the hardness of their biceps!!"
"If I, with my rotten skin, were to sneak in and bump into someone's pecs, I'd be instantly exposed!"
Another White Zetsu Clone also pounded its chest and stamped its feet, its face filled with despair:
"Not only that! The Konoha Military Police Force patrolling Konoha around the clock is now equipped with a weighing scale every single member!!"
"Just look at anyone on the street who doesn't have a strong body odor or a body fat percentage higher than 10%!"
"A foreign spy, diagnosed on the spot as having both qi and blood deficiency, had three ribs broken with a single punch and was dragged into jail!!"
"We're immortal, but we don't sweat at all!!"
"We don't even have pores on our bodies, where are we supposed to scrub off two pounds of strong male body odor on the spot?!"
absurd!
cruel!
The appalling reality slapped hard across the face of every Akatsuki!
The entire magnificent underground cavern hall was completely transformed into a scene of the White Zetsu army's aggrieved lamentations.
Hidan's rotten head, sewn onto his neck with black thread, was soaking in the bucket of water beside him, and he kept rolling his eyes as he listened.
"I told you guys long ago, those guys are all lunatics! Even the Lord Jashin couldn't protect my scythe!"
Kakuzu sat in a corner of the ruins, clutching a shriveled, moldy rice ball in his hand, his expression utterly ashen.
"My 150 million taels... all went to buying dumbbells for those beef-eating beasts..."
Obito stood on the high platform, listening to the overwhelming wails and complaints all around him.
He swayed, almost catching his breath and fainting on the spot.
He had been scheming for over a decade.
He orchestrated the Nine-Tails' Attack, manipulated the Fourth Mizukage, and triggered the Konoha Crush.
Every move was a delicate gamble, executed with exquisite precision.
But he never expected this.
When he led an army of 100,000 to conquer the world.
His opponent not only failed to set up a defensive barrier according to the usual methods, but also did not use the traditional ninja formation.
Instead, they all took off their clothes and turned themselves into human meat grinders with bodies as hard as iron!
How can we fight this war?!
The God Tree's cells were powerful, but they couldn't withstand tens of thousands of people simultaneously wielding black gold Iron Fist capable of blasting through mountains!
The 100,000 White Zetsu Clone looked at each other in bewilderment.
All arrogance and cruelty vanished completely at this moment.
Countless pale eyes converged on the deepest pit in the center, and in unison let out a mournful cry from the depths of their souls.
White Zetsu: Our opponents are a bunch of monsters from Punch Blast Mountain?