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 moment, Naruto's gaze suddenly swept across a certain area of space.
The Shinigami elder instantly felt suffocated.
"He… saw me?"
"Impossible!"
After a brief moment 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 methods 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 moment, the Ninja World returned to its previous state.
The endless slaughter resumed.
The starry sky had regained its calm.
The remaining members 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 outcome 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 moment, Sasori was piloting his beloved mech.
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 improvement."
Suddenly, Sasori's eyes sharpened.
"Annihilation Cannon!!!"
The mech'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 mech, blasting directly into the Six Paths–level powerhouse.
Blood splattered into space.
Yet moments 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 Mechanical Clan, one of the apex civilizations that relied entirely on mechanical technology.
For such beings, energy was everything.
Once their energy was depleted—
They were nothing more than targets waiting to be destroyed.
The Mechanical Clan possessed immense energy reserves and countless technological methods, making them extremely troublesome opponents.
Compared to them, Sasori's mech 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 mech.
Thirty percent remaining.
He clicked his tongue.
"Fine."
"That's enough."
"Let's finish him together."
At this moment, Might Guy had already opened the Fifth Gate of the Eight Gates.
Hearing Sasori's words, he immediately 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 moment it appeared, it shocked the mind of the Ōtsutsuki clan member before Might Guy.
This was the power of the Eighth Gate pushed to its limit. The technique carried the overwhelming spirit of the True Meaning 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 same time.
The result was immediate.
His physical body began to collapse.
"You want to parasitize me 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 meaning erupted from his body.
Boom!
The Ōtsutsuki soul hidden inside the mysterious Karma mark was instantly shattered and annihilated.
Meanwhile, across the starry battlefield, several Six Paths–level beings gradually realized something shocking.
The aura of Ōtsutsuki Bushiki had completely vanished.
For a moment, 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 moment, Uchiha Shisui's battle was also reaching its climax.
Empowered by terrifying sword intent, the enemy before him suddenly seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. His mind froze for a split second.
That single moment 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 extremely sharp aura erupted.
For an instant, heaven and earth seemed 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 moment, 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!"
Some members of the Ōtsutsuki Clan simply could not accept the reality before them.
Yet the battlefield told the truth.
At this moment, the war had become completely one-sided.
"Fire Release — Fire Dragon Flame Formation!!!"
Walls of roaring flames 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.
Meanwhile, Orochimaru was moving through the battlefield with great enthusiasm.
He was frantically collecting intact White Zetsu bodies.
"These specimens are far too valuable…"
Such high-grade White Zetsu were perfect experimental 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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