Deep within the cold, desolate underground cave, the mournful cries of 100,000 White Zetsu still echoed.
The air of despair on those withered, pale faces was so thick it was almost palpable.
Facing a group of Spartan muscle thugs who run with heavy loads Tenten, eat meat like water, and can smash a mountain with a single punch.
The so-called infiltration, assassination, and overwhelming force have become a complete joke.
Obito Uchiha stood on the giant toe of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
He clutched his shattered chest with his remaining left hand, his expression extremely grim on his scarred, broken face.
"Damn it... Is there really no other way?!"
If even the 100,000 White Zetsu can't be relied upon, then the Eye of the Moon Plan will truly be stillborn!
Just when this entire underground hall was plunged into absolute despair and the brink of death.
"Shh..."
A faint, yet strange sound, carrying the slickness of snake scales rubbing against rocks.
Without any warning.
The sound emanated slowly from the entrance of the deep, winding underground passage at the very edge of the cave.
Accompanying the sound was a low, hoarse chuckle:
"Oh dear, this is quite a mess, everyone."
"The Supreme Council of Akatsuki sounds like a bunch of unlucky guys crying in their homes after being cornered by bullies."
Jokes! Mockery! Undisguised teasing!
"Who's playing tricks?!"
On the high platform, the purple Rinnegan in Deva Path Pain's eyes suddenly lit up, and the overwhelming force of Shinra Tensei was subtly gathering around him!
The pieces of paper beside Konan instantly condensed into a sky full of sharp, knife-like Paper Shuriken!
And below.
A ferocious serpent, as thick as a water bucket and covered in ghastly white scales, silently slithered out of the darkness.
On the enormous head of that giant serpent.
A figure wearing a dark purple hooded cloak stood with his hands in his pockets, smiling as he looked down at the entire scene.
Her long, gray hair swayed slightly in the wind, and the round-framed glasses on her nose reflected a chilling glint in the dim Kakkō.
It was none other than Kabuto Yakushi, who had recently left Orochimaru's side!
"That little dog next to Orochimaru?!"
Obito's single eye suddenly contracted, and a dense killing intent erupted from his body:
" Orochimaru suffered Senju Kenya defeat in the Land of Fire and has been recruited by Kenya Senju as a research laborer in his factory!"
"You stray dog, how dare you infiltrate the core stronghold of the Akatsuki alone?!"
Obito a half-step forward, and the rocks beneath his feet were shattered by the violent Chakra.
"Are you here to scout ahead for Senju Kenya? Or are you here to ask Orochimaru for credit and rewards on Konoha's behalf?!"
The violent killing intent, like a tangible hammer, slammed down on the youth on the snake's head.
However.
Faced with this pressure from the strongest ninja in the entire Shinobi World.
Kabuto Yakushi didn't even blink.
He calmly raised his right hand and gently pushed up the frame of his glasses.
" Obito Uchiha... or rather, should I go along with you and continue calling you Madara Uchiha?"
The curve of his lips grew increasingly eerie, directly shattering Obito's deepest disguise:
"Don't try to intimidate me."
Kabuto looked down at Obito's mangled, bloodied face, his tone dripping with mockery:
"If I were Senju Kenya's lackey, the one stepping through this door now wouldn't be just some frail medical-nin like me."
"Instead, a massive black iron beam, hundreds of meters long and weighing millions of kilograms, along with that monster's Iron Fist, will smash your underground Nezumi hole to pieces, right?"
Upon hearing this,
Obito was jolted and instinctively took a half step back!
A barely concealed, violent twitch flashed in the single eye that was exposed!
That was the terrifying psychological trauma left behind by Kamui being smashed apart from a distance by a single punch!
Kabuto Yakushi nimbly leaped off the snake's head, his boots making a crisp slapping sound as they stepped into the muddy puddle.
With his hands in the pockets of his large cloak, he casually glanced at the circles of wary White Zetsu around him.
"I came here alone today, not to fight you."
Dou pushed up his glasses and Gate of Opening:
"I'm here to offer you, who are trapped in this desperate situation, the only solution that can truly turn the tide of the battle."
Kabuto pointed to the 100,000 emaciated, pale-faced White Zetsu around him and sneered:
"I heard your conversation clearly in the hallway."
"It has to be said that although these White Zetsu are ugly and not very bright, they have an unusually accurate self-awareness when it comes to getting beaten up."
Dou's smile vanished, his eyes turning incredibly cold and sharp:
" Senju Kenya used massive amounts of money and high-grade sea beast meat from overseas to completely transform Konoha into a human meat grinder."
"Faced with pure physical brute force that can shatter even mountains."
Kabuto coldly stared at Obito and Black Zetsu:
"These 100,000 fragile puppets you have, if you drag them onto the front lines, will they be of any use other than serving as punching bags for the enemy to rack up combo counts?!"
No!! Absolutely not!!
The several White Zetsu Clone crouching on the stalactites suddenly clapped their hands and shouted wildly:
"That four-eyed bastard is absolutely right!!"
"Going up there would be suicide! We don't even have abs, how are we supposed to fight those monsters with bayonets?!"
"Shut up, all of you!!"
Black Zetsu's half of his pitch-black body writhed violently, he was furious and on the verge of madness.
Obito gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a murderous intent:
"Since you think White Zetsu is useless, what useful power can you possibly have?!"
"You think you, a mere mudfish, can withstand a Divine Departure from Senju Kenya?!"
Faced with Obito's angry rebuke.
Kabuto Yakushi calmly and slowly drew out two pale, bloodless hands from beneath his large purple cloak.
Those two hands were faintly covered with a layer of fine, transparent snake scales, and the fingertips gleamed with a ghostly green Chakra.
" Lord Orochimaru's vision is ultimately too narrow."
Dou muttered hoarsely to himself, a strange, deep purple eyeshadow subtly appearing at the corner of his eye:
"His eyes were blinded by the obsession with physical immortality, and in the end, he was completely subdued by Senju Kenya with a few hard slaps, and was willing to become a laborer washing test tubes."
"But I'm different."
Dou raised his head, and the eyes hidden behind his glasses instantly transformed into cold, frenzied, golden snake eyes:
"I inherited all of Lord Orochimaru's forbidden techniques, and with the blessing of Senjutsu in Ryūchi Cave... I have completely surpassed him!!"
The moment the words fell!
Kabuto Yakushi's hands, held in front of his chest, suddenly transformed into a sky full of black afterimages!
The Hand Seals were formed so fast that the air itself emitted a sharp, crackling sound!
"Yin-si-xu-chen!!"
"The final seal!!"
A sudden, unprecedentedly violent glint flashed in Dou's eyes, and his palms, carrying a terrifying, chilling death aura, slammed fiercely against the muddy, damp rock wall beneath his feet!
" Summoning Technique--!!"
" Impure World Reincarnation!!"
"Boom boom boom boom--!!"
Accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to come from the depths of the deepest hell!
The entire massive underground cavern floor cracked and collapsed violently!
Under the horrified gazes of 100,000 White Zetsu and Obito.
Mud churned, and rocks and soil exploded!
Five enormous wooden coffins, each carved with ancient black runes and emanating a pungent, deathly aura of the grave.
From the depths of the muddy ground, one after another, with a chilling whooshing sound, they suddenly rose from the ground!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Five dull thuds exploded in succession!
The heavy, massive coffin lid suddenly tilted forward, crashing heavily into the mud, stirring up a large amount of murky mud!
Amidst a storm of flying gray and white confetti.
Five figures with jet-black eye sockets, cracked skin, and radiating boundless immortal Chakra slowly emerged from the depths of the shadows!
The genius form of Sasori of the Red Sands in his previous life!
Kenya, whose four hearts were broken and whose savings were stolen by Kakuzu!
Deidara, the madman of art!
The Yugito Nii were once famous throughout the Shinobi World!
And Yahiko, Nagato friend and the true founder of the Akatsuki!
"This is... the forbidden technique created by the Second Hokage, the Impure World Reincarnation?!"
A glint of wild joy and shock flashed in Black Zetsu's single eye!
"Good."
Kabuto Yakushi pushed up his glasses, a smug, self-satisfied grin spreading across his face.
"This isn't the kind of half-baked, defective product Orochimaru used in Konoha back then."
"This is the perfect Impure World Reincarnation, which I've improved dozens of times and incorporated Ryūchi Cave's Senjutsu Chakra into!!"
Kabuto spread his arms wide, and the white snake behind him danced wildly in mid-air:
"The dead I resurrect possess not only infinite Chakra but also truly immortal and indestructible bodies!"
"More importantly, they can unleash 100% of their peak strength and Kekkei Genkai before they were born!!"
Kabuto looked at Obito Uchiha, whose expression had drastically changed, and a ruthless, venomous glint flashed in his eyes:
" Senju Kenya's fists are indeed very hard; his brute force can certainly shatter the bones of any living person."
"But..."
Kabuto Yakushi let out a chilling, bone-chilling laugh:
"What if his opponents are a group of dead people who feel no pain, whose bones can instantly regenerate after being broken, Chakra is inexhaustible?!"
"He can shatter something with one punch, but can he really smash every single dead person in the entire history of the Shinobi World ten thousand times without rest?!"
These words, like a sharp, tempered blade, cleaved through the despair that had Obito for days!
Obito 'Three-Tomoe Sharingan blazed wildly!
dead!
An undead army that can never be killed!!
This is the best weapon to truly wear down and annihilate that Taijutsu tyrant!
"Just how many powerful individuals' DNA have you collected?!" Obito forward, his voice urgent and fiery.
Kabuto Yakushi tilted his head slightly, his glasses reflecting a deep, cold, and unfathomable light.
From the depths of his wide cloak, he slowly pulled out a huge, ancient, yellowed, Summoning Scroll that exuded the deathly aura of the grave.