The colossal biomass hadn't even reached full consciousness, yet the kinetic shockwave erupting from its core was already apocalyptic.
"Shinra Tensei!"
An invisible, omnidirectional repulsive wave detonated outward, instantly repelling everything in its immediate vicinity—especially the constructs binding its flesh.
The Demonic Statue chains and the titanic Wood Dragon shattered simultaneously, splintering into flying debris and dispersing chakra motes.
The concussive backlash rolled straight across the perimeter, slamming hard into the reanimated Kage guarding the outer edges of the transmutation circle.
Gale-force shockwaves hurled the legendary shinobi backward across the dunes.
Each Kage scrambled to regain their footing, digging heels into the sand or erecting localized chakra barriers to arrest their momentum.
Only now did the allied leaders truly grasp the insurmountable chasm between their own power and this cosmic monstrosity.
Unease crept across every face.
If this nightmare broke loose on the mainland, the entire ninja world would be wiped clean from the map.
The perimeter felt like the epicenter of a category-ten hurricane; surviving inside the formation seemed completely impossible.
As the kinetic storm settled over the dunes, Mufasa remained hovering steadily above the writhing mass.
A pale-blue electromagnetic barrier enveloped his silhouette, deflecting the chaotic turbulence with ease.
In truth, that massive burst of repulsive force had actually done him a massive favor.
Mufasa used the violent recoil to yank the vast majority of the Snow Mountain Villa straight out of the digestive cavity.
With just one more solid tug, the entire structure would clear the wound.
"The second I toss this out, shunt it straight into your spatial sanctuary," Mufasa instructed without turning his head.
Standing close behind him, Kaguya Otsutsuki gave an immediate, dutiful bow.
"Understood, Father."
Mufasa glanced over toward Uchiha Hashirama to check the fused warrior's status.
The fusion hovered completely unscathed.
The only difference was that his wild, untamed mane of raven hair was blowing back even more ferociously in the wind.
He looked every bit like an unruly, peerless battle god.
"Hey, Uchiha Hashirama!" Mufasa called out over the howling wind. "I'm about to finish pulling the package out. Buy me a few seconds and keep this overgrown slab busy!"
Uchiha Hashirama's pride immediately flared at the phrasing.
Since when did an apex warrior like him take orders like a hired lackey just to stall for time?
"Hurry up and finish your errand," Uchiha Hashirama scoffed back, adjusting his grip on the massive broadsword. "I'm about to turn this oversized beast into scrap."
"Fair enough," Mufasa chuckled, refocusing his magnetic output.
Mufasa redoubled his pull on the mountain retreat below.
Meanwhile, the clash between Uchiha Hashirama and the hundred-mile biomass erupted in earnest.
Conventional elemental ninjutsu—spitting flames or hurling water torrents—was utterly useless here.
Unleashing standard chakra attacks would simply feed the creature's absorption barrier and accelerate its evolution.
Attempting genjutsu was equally suicidal; pitting two Rinnegan against a field of hundreds of golden oculars meant risking catastrophic psychic backlash.
That left only one reliable solution.
Raw, unadulterated, overwhelming physical violence.
Uchiha Hashirama clapped his hands together with a deafening crack.
"Wood Release: Great Forest Jutsu!"
Pouring a vast ocean of senjutsu into the desert crust, he manifested an endless forest of colossal wooden arms that burst through the sand at blinding speed.
Unlike summoning a lumbering wooden golem, this technique offered unparalleled versatility and dynamic deployment.
Countless titanic hands could sprout unpredictably from any blind spot within seconds, making evasion nearly impossible even for high-tier combatants.
These were the very hands capable of catching a Susanoo blade barehanded and pinning the Nine-Tails flat against the earth.
Massive wooden palms erupted beneath the biomass, clamping onto its muscular ridges to drag it back toward the desert floor.
The abomination possessed zero tactical intellect.
Its entire combat methodology operated on base, primal instinct.
When hungry, it fed; when struck, it lashed out at whatever was closest.
Sophisticated battlefield analysis, reconnaissance, and high-level strategies were entirely foreign to its newborn brain.
The creature simply engaged in a frantic, oversized game of whack-a-mole against the rising wooden limbs.
Beams of condensed chakra lanced from its golden Rinnegan, obliterating individual wooden hands into sawdust—only for several more to sprout immediately from the scorched earth.
The biomass kept blasting, and the wooden forest kept multiplying.
The giant entity was utterly consumed by the chaotic brawl.
It had no idea that Uchiha Hashirama was already preparing an apocalyptic assault right above its head.
"Mufasa, can I just seal this damn thing?!" Uchiha Hashirama barked across the field.
Mufasa rejected the idea instantly.
"Hands off the merchandise!"
"That meatloaf is the primary core for my daughter's vessel."
If sealing jutsu like the Six Paths: Chibaku Tensei were off the table, only absolute brute force remained.
Uchiha Hashirama slammed his palms together once more.
"Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!"
BOOM!
Four colossal, mountain-sized statues of the Thousand-Armed Kan'on erupted from the four corners of the biomass, their stone-like countenances towering past the cloud layer.
Mufasa raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
'Why are there four of them?'
Uchiha Hashirama smirked with unbridled arrogance, his voice echoing with dual resonance.
"Behold the power of my Rinnegan—Limbo: Border Jail!"
This was Madara's signature ocular technique, projecting invisible shadows into an adjacent spiritual plane to strike unsuspecting foes or shield the user.
A single Rinnegan generated one shadow, while a complete pair manifested up to four.
Ordinary shinobi could neither perceive nor track these spectral clones; only those wielding the Rinnegan or Six Paths Senjutsu could detect their presence.
Under normal constraints, these Limbo clones had limited deployment timers and required cooldown cycles before manifesting again.
Yet by fusing Madara, Hashirama, and Hagoromo's direct blessings, the Limbo clones had evolved into fully materialized battle avatars matching the prime body's output.
It was essentially having five Uchiha Hashiramas waging war simultaneously.
And the setup was far from finished.
An array of legendary armaments materialized within the thousands of colossal wooden hands.
Black chakra receivers, the Gunbai war fan, giant scythes, massive broadswords, Susanoo energy blades, Indra's Arrows, the Sword of Nunoboko, Sage staffs, the Golden Canopy Rope, the Seven Star Sword, the Crimson Gourd, the Banana Fan, and the Amber Purifying Pot...
Every divine relic and senjutsu construct formed seamlessly across the thousand-armed array.
The mindless biomass remained completely oblivious to the impending doom.
It continued desperately swatting at the wooden hands rising from the sand.
"Majestic Attire: Susanoo!"
Blinding, radiant Susanoo armor locked over the four colossal Kan'on statues, coating them in impenetrable, cobalt-blue energy plating.
Suffocating killing intent flooded the atmosphere.
It seemed this brainless abomination was about to be butchered where it lay.
Still trapped in its instinctual loop, the biomass fired random chakra blasts into the desert sand.
Then the hammer fell.
The assault was utterly merciless.
Four mountain-sized, armor-clad Kan'on statues brought their thousands of divine armaments crashing down upon the sprawling flesh in an apocalyptic barrage.
War fans smashed, scythes cleaved, and colossal broadswords tore through muscle fibers.
Susanoo greatswords sheared through tissue alongside Indra's Arrows and the mythical Sword of Nunoboko.
Thousands of hands channeled thousands of unique jutsu, each carrying continent-shattering kinetic mass.
Windstorms, raging infernos, lightning strikes, and concentrated chakra detonations struck the hundred-mile mass like a relentless meteor shower.
With the abomination at the center of the storm, tornadoes tore the earth, tidal waves surged into the sky, and elemental firestorms engulfed the horizon as if the world were being remade from scratch.
Even with its rudimentary intellect, the creature recognized the existential threat surrounding it.
It completely abandoned the wooden limbs on the ground.
Contracting its entire bulk inward, the biomass expanded violently in a blinding flash of golden light.
The kinetic hurricane slowed the descending fists, vaporizing dozens of wooden armaments into flying ash.
As the golden flare settled, Uchiha Hashirama's silhouette reappeared mid-air, knocked back with a look of genuine disbelief.
'This thing's durability is absurd!'
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"
Soaring higher, Uchiha Hashirama exhaled four titanic fire dragons from his maw, which coalesced into a colossal meteor shower of flame that plummeted toward the mass.
The biomass didn't bother with fancy maneuvers; it simply flared every golden Rinnegan, transforming its entire hide into a radiant pincushion of laser beams.
The dragon flames collided with the energy beams, shattering on impact in a deafening series of mid-air detonations.
The chaotic shockwaves swept toward Mufasa's position.
Several stray particle beams lanced straight for his head.
Mufasa snapped his electromagnetic barrier into place, cleanly absorbing the incoming heat.
'Damn it, that's enough playing around!'
Mufasa roared, dumping his entire electromagnetic reserve into the magnetic tether without holding back a fraction of his strength.
It felt as though a volcano dormant for ten thousand years had finally blown its top, sending an exhilarating rush of pure kinetic power surging through his veins.
Regardless of the mess outside, ripping this prize free was all that mattered.
KABOOM!
The Snow Mountain Villa breached the final layer of dense muscle, tearing through the surface with a deafening sonic boom.
The entire estate rocketed into the open sky as a dark silhouette, escaping the foul digestive cavern of the beast.
The violent departure sheared away several leagues of surrounding tissue, exposing raw, ivory nerve bundles and dark muscle strata below.
A massive, canyon-sized trench was permanently carved across the monster's hide.
The moment the dark silhouette cleared the wound, Kaguya struck.
"Yomotsu Hirasaka!"
Tearing open a pitch-black dimensional rift, she positioned the portal directly along the villa's flight trajectory.
The entire estate glided cleanly into the spatial void, transitioning safely into Kaguya's personal fortress within the Sand Dimension.
Understanding her master's protective intentions, she deliberately avoided the dangerous lava, ice, or acid zones, depositing the villa inside her personal palace grounds.
"Head inside the rift as well," Mufasa instructed. "Stay there until I call for you."
Kaguya nodded obediently, slipping into the portal before the rift sealed shut.
Down below, the colossal biomass finally lost whatever remained of its sanity.
Having a canyon-sized hole ripped straight through its back was an agony it could not endure.
Its absolute, unbridled fury focused squarely onto Mufasa hovering overhead.
Every single golden Rinnegan across its hundred-mile hide swiveled upward in unison.
Having hundreds of divine oculars locking their predatory glare onto a single target at point-blank range was deeply unsettling.
Pure, concentrated malice radiated from every golden pupil.
Mufasa simply shrugged, unfazed.
"Don't look at me like that."
"I just did you a favor by pulling out a massive lump of indigestion so your stomach wouldn't hurt. Is this how you repay a good deed?"
The brainless entity couldn't understand a single word coming from the tiny mortal.
It only knew that this creature had inflicted agonizing pain.
And it held a vicious grudge.
ZIZIZIZI!
Like an interstellar dreadnought unleashing a full broadside, every golden Rinnegan fired simultaneously at Mufasa.
A blinding ocean of golden energy erupted, illuminating the desert like a dying star going supernova.
The concentrated heat threatened to vaporize the very fabric of the atmosphere.
"Holy hell."
"You really don't know what's good for you, do you?"
"Time to show you what a true Lord of Thunder can do."
Mufasa raised his right hand toward the heavens.
The sky cracked open as an ocean of lightning answered his call—thick electrical serpents, silver pythons, and roaring thunder dragons descending in a deafening torrent that pulverized the golden energy beams on contact.
Having neutralized the opening salvo, Mufasa pressed the offensive without a second of hesitation.
"Electromagnetic Release: Nine Dragons of Thunder!"
He slammed his palms together.
Nine colossal, serpentine pythons forged from supercharged plasma materialized in the air above him.
Their scales crackled with high-voltage arcs, their jaws bristled with fangs of pure plasma, and distinct ridges swelled along their brows and flanks as if primordial limbs were fighting to break through.
The transformation from serpent to true celestial dragon was underway.
A massive tempest of electromagnetic energy enveloped the nine pythons, feeding them pure kinetic charge until the sky vibrated with their deafening roars.
The serpents devoured the surrounding electrical storm, their localized biological nodes bursting open under the massive energy surge.
CRACK!
Long whiskers sprouted from their snouts, branched antlers erupted from their skulls, and razor-sharp talons tore free from their flanks.
Having gorged on the ambient storm, the nine pythons fully ascended into majestic, apocalyptic Thunder Dragons.
With a unified roar that shattered the sound barrier, the nine dragons plunged straight down toward the sprawling biomass.