Ōtsutsuki Bushiki's body slowly disappeared into the cosmic starry sky.
The hidden elder of the Shinigami Clan, who had been secretly observing the battle, revealed a trace of fear.
His strength had reached the Sixth Turn of the Demigod Realm, a minor level higher than Naruto.
Yet he knew one thing clearly—
If that attack had landed on him, he would have died as well.
At that mont, Naruto's gaze suddenly swept across a certain area of space.
The Shinigami elder instantly felt suffocated.
"He… saw ?"
"Impossible!"
After a brief mont of shock, realization dawned on him.
"No… this is a warning."
Only then did he understand why Naruto had displayed such overwhelming power instead of using other thods to kill Bushiki.
It was a warning.
And also a display of strength.
Naruto was flexing his power.
Good heavens.
A Fifth Turn Demigod possessing combat power comparable to an Eighth Turn Demigod…
Such an existence could truly be called an unparalleled prodigy.
The Battlefield
At this mont, the Ninja World returned to its previous state.
The endless slaughter resud.
The starry sky had regained its calm.
The remaining mbers of the Ōtsutsuki Clan looked upward with uneasy expressions. A terrible premonition lingered in their hearts.
However, remnants of the divine power left behind by Naruto and Bushiki still filled the starry sky, preventing them from clearly sensing the outco of the battle.
Before they could think further, the Ninja World's forces surged forward once again.
Madara's Battlefield
Uchiha Madara stood atop the Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands, encasing the gigantic statue with his Susanoo.
The two forces combined into a terrifying construct.
Together, they fought against two Six Paths–level enemies.
And they held the overwhelming advantage.
Across the battlefield, the Tailed Beasts also began contributing their strength.
Among them, the Nine-Tails played the most crucial role.
Kurama distributed his chakra among the shinobi, allowing those with insufficient reserves to maintain prolonged combat.
After all, the enemies they faced were far from ordinary.
Sasori's Battlefield
At that mont, Sasori was piloting his beloved ch.
Inside the cockpit, he gently stroked the control panel.
In recent years, for the sake of better research, he had cloned his body and heavily modified it.
His new body was far more robust, and his neural response speed had reached extraordinary levels.
His original puppet body had possessed too many flaws.
Now, Sasori was fiercely battling a Six Paths–level Ōtsutsuki while simultaneously collecting combat data.
"Does the combat system produce unequal synchronization during defense?"
"Can attack and defense not reach complete balance?"
"The deviation value is three percent…"
"It still needs improvent."
Suddenly, Sasori's eyes sharpened.
"Annihilation Cannon!!!"
The ch's most powerful weapon activated.
The locked-on Six Paths–level enemy instantly felt a fatal sense of danger.
He attempted to dodge repeatedly—
But he could not escape.
The weapon finished charging.
A terrifying beam of energy erupted from the ch, blasting directly into the Six Paths–level powerhouse.
Blood splattered into space.
Yet monts later, the enemy slowly rose from the ruins.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.
"So this is your strongest attack?"
"Nothing special."
"I wonder how long your current energy reserves can last."
He had seen similar constructs before.
In the universe, there existed a powerful race known as the chanical Clan, one of the apex civilizations that relied entirely on chanical technology.
For such beings, energy was everything.
Once their energy was depleted—
They were nothing more than targets waiting to be destroyed.
The chanical Clan possessed imnse energy reserves and countless technological thods, making them extrely troubleso opponents.
Compared to them, Sasori's ch was still immature.
Just as the Ōtsutsuki prepared to attack again—
"Konoha Strong Whirlwind!"
Whoosh!
A figure suddenly appeared and kicked him flying.
It was Might Guy.
Sasori frowned inside the cockpit.
"Hey, Might Guy, what are you doing?"
"Didn't you see that he was my opponent?"
He sounded slightly dissatisfied.
After all, he had finally found an evenly matched opponent, and his data collection wasn't complete yet.
Guy scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Sorry!"
"I already defeated my opponent. I saw you struggling, so I thought I'd help."
Sasori glanced at the energy indicator of his ch.
Thirty percent remaining.
He clicked his tongue.
"Fine."
"That's enough."
"Let's finish him together."
At this mont, Might Guy had already opened the Fifth Gate of the Eight Gates.
Hearing Sasori's words, he imdiately pushed further.
"Seventh Gate—Gate of Wonder, Open!"
A powerful blue aura erupted around him.
Although Guy could now open the Eighth Gate without dying, using it against an ordinary Six Paths–level opponent was unnecessary.
The Seventh Gate was already more than enough.
Guy's muscles tensed as he roared:
"Evening Elephant!!!"
The current Evening Elephant was vivid and lifelike. The mont it appeared, it shocked the mind of the Ōtsutsuki clan mber before Might Guy.
This was the power of the Eighth Gate pushed to its limit. The technique carried the overwhelming spirit of the True aning of the Tiger, forming a pressure similar to a genjutsu assault. The sheer vitality behind the attack struck the enemy's spirit and body at the sa ti.
The result was imdiate.
His physical body began to collapse.
"You want to parasitize with Karma? Delusional!"
Seeing a strange rune attempting to embed itself in his body, Might Guy snorted coldly.
At that instant, the invisible shockwave of the Tiger's true aning erupted from his body.
Boom!
The Ōtsutsuki soul hidden inside the mysterious Karma mark was instantly shattered and annihilated.
anwhile, across the starry battlefield, several Six Paths–level beings gradually realized sothing shocking.
The aura of Ōtsutsuki Bushiki had completely vanished.
For a mont, panic and grief spread among the remaining Ōtsutsuki forces. Under such circumstances, their will to continue fighting quickly collapsed.
The balance of the battlefield began to tilt decisively toward the Shinobi World.
"One-Sword Shura Slash!!!"
At that mont, Uchiha Shisui's battle was also reaching its climax.
Empowered by terrifying sword intent, the enemy before him suddenly seed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. His mind froze for a split second.
That single mont was fatal.
Shisui's blade struck repeatedly, drawing arcs of blood through the air. A strange power lingered on the wounds, preventing them from healing.
"Ultimate Sublimation — Sword Intent Concentration — God-Slaying!!!"
An extrely sharp aura erupted.
For an instant, heaven and earth seed to lose all color, as though everything in the world would be cut apart.
A destructive power condensed onto Shisui's blade.
Whoosh!
With a single slash, even space trembled.
The Ōtsutsuki facing him widened his eyes in disbelief.
A thin line of blood appeared across his body.
The next mont, his entire form split cleanly into two.
"Charge!!!"
"Victory belongs to us!!!"
The morale of the shinobi alliance surged like a blazing sun.
"How could Lord Bushiki die? He was a Half-God who controlled the laws themselves!"
So mbers of the Ōtsutsuki Clan simply could not accept the reality before them.
Yet the battlefield told the truth.
At this mont, the war had beco completely one-sided.
"Fire Release — Fire Dragon Fla Formation!!!"
Walls of roaring flas erupted across the battlefield, incinerating large sections of the remaining White Zetsu Army.
Naruto's figure landed quietly on a hilltop.
Looking at the battlefield, where victory was already within reach, a relieved smile appeared on his face.
But soon, that smile faded slightly.
He raised his head and looked toward the sky.
Naruto knew very well—
The real trouble had not yet arrived.
As the shinobi forces continued their assault, far beyond the atmosphere, in the depths of space…
A spaceship was silently moving toward the Shinobi World.
Without high-level combat power to support them, the remaining White Zetsu were soon slaughtered by the allied shinobi forces.
anwhile, Orochimaru was moving through the battlefield with great enthusiasm.
He was frantically collecting intact White Zetsu bodies.
"These specins are far too valuable…"
Such high-grade White Zetsu were perfect experintal material. Naturally, he could not allow them all to be destroyed.
In the end, the great battle concluded.
The Shinobi World had achieved victory.
(End of Chapter)
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