A wisp of white smoke rose from the muzzle, rising five kilometers away from the battlefield on a piece of Gobi Desert.
Broken wood pieces were scattered across the Gobi Desert, along with pits of varying depths.
Boom!
The long knife in the hand of the Complete Form of Susanoo slashed at the massive wooden human's fist, sending dark green wood chips flying. The wooden human's fist shattered, but in an instant, its palm regenerated, grabbing Susanoo's shoulder.
"Madara, what we're doing is utterly pointless. We've both been dead for years. Why do we still have to fight to the death? We battled back then because we had no choice."
Senju Hashirama had no desire to fight Madara.
"You're... still lecturing me."
Madara was somewhat angry. He always minded the fact that during their fight, Hashirama used a Wood Clone to distract him and then stabbed him in the back.
