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Two kilometers away, Uchiha Madara jumped out of the spatial crack. Half of his body was broken and turned to ashes. Fortunately, his Six Paths-level body gave him ultimate recovery abilities, and the broken body was restored in an instant.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Uchiha Madara took a deep breath, pulling himself out of the immense pressure, staring at Ishigami Hara in the distance.
At this moment, he knew without a doubt that this man would be the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced. If he wanted to realize his ambition, he had to kill him.
"Can't wait!"
Uchiha Madara thought, flying up directly, rising into the sky with his arms wide open.
"Black Zetsu, wait for me to perform that technique, then go to the battlefield and lead the White Zetsu to gather all the shinobi."
Uchiha Madara gave the order, and immediately a black shadow appeared on his shoulder, like a ball of black ink, particularly conspicuous. "Yes, my master!"
In the ink-like substance, there were round black eyes, a cracked mouth that appeared hideous, and a hoarse voice. "Well, let's begin."
Uchiha Madara said, swinging the staff in his hand, and the black rings on it rustled.
At that moment, the purple circles in his eyes shrank briefly, then expanded, and a crack appeared in the middle of his forehead, revealing bright red pupils.
This single eye had a blood-red background, with circles of black rings arranged from large to small, and three tomoe rotating on each circle.
"Infinite Tsukuyomi!"
At the same moment, Uchiha Madara raised his head, and the eye on his forehead gazed in the direction of the moon. Invisible fluctuations radiated from the eye, symbolizing the connection between his supreme pupil power and the moon.
The moon shone brilliantly, its light dazzling, overshadowing the sun, leaving only a white glow across the sky and earth.
Under the radiance of this light, everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but look up, staring at the moon as their eyes unconsciously transformed into Rinnegan, their expressions turning vacant.
Crack! Crack!
Simultaneously, the towering God Tree trembled, branches sprouting from its enormous trunk, quickly extending, and special vines descended from them.
On the battlefield, as the ninja coalition fell into a trance, the White Zetsu also stopped attacking and stepped forward to carry the ninjas, quickly rushing toward the Sacred Tree.
Uchiha Madara sensed Ishigami Hara's strength and decisively chose to launch Infinite Tsukuyomi directly. He knew that even if he gave his all, he couldn't defeat Ishigami Hara in his current state.
Better to act decisively now than to waste time. At least under Infinite Tsukuyomi, no one could resist this technique—not even Ishigami Hara!
But reality disappointed Uchiha Madara. When he cast his gaze toward Ishigami Hara, he saw the man looking at the moon leisurely, a smile on his face.
"I see, Uchiha Madara, is this your backup plan?"
Ishigami Hara looked at Uchiha Madara. His eyes had become pure white, without any trace of the Sharingan, Tenseigan, or Rinnegan. They looked like ordinary white eyes.
Yet it was precisely this pair of eyes that resisted the supreme illusion of Infinite Tsukuyomi. Uchiha Madara was stunned, unable to understand how this could be possible.
"Impossible! How could you block it?"
Uchiha Madara couldn't believe that anyone in the ninja world could resist this technique. If he weren't the caster, even he couldn't have resisted it.
Ishigami Hara merely smiled and waved his hand. Twenty-eight generals turned their heads in unison, their eyes also turning into white eyes.
"Because, the ultimate limit of eye technique bloodlines is the Byakugan."
He shook his head and said, "It's a pity you don't understand this, nor what the Byakugan truly signifies. And… the Yin Release Chakra creature lurking on his shoulder—at this stage, don't you plan to act?"
"What?"
Uchiha Madara frowned, sensing that something wasn't right. His heart leaped, and an inexplicable dread crept over him.
"He is speaking of me, Lord Madara."
Puff!
With a muffled sound, a dark palm pierced Uchiha Madara's chest.
"How…how could it be?"
Uchiha Madara's face was filled with disbelief; he had never expected this.
"Black Zetsu, what are you doing? You are my spiritual creation; you can't betray me…"
Black Zetsu's voice sounded in Uchiha Madara's ear, a sinister tone in his words. "Lord Madara, you were always so self-assured."
"I am not your spiritual creation but my mother's child, hehehe…"
Uchiha Madara's eyes widened, his expression frozen in shock as his body began to swell, inflating like a balloon.
At that moment, the Chakra within Uchiha Madara's body started to go haywire, as if ready to burst through its constraints. Leading Chakra emerged, but it was restrained by a more powerful force.
His once pale body and clothes turned black, swiftly covered by a dark shade.
An inexplicable spiritual fluctuation radiated, and Black Zetsu's voice resounded, "Mother, I have finally set you free."
"Have you freed me?"
An ethereal voice echoed in reply.