Chapter 298: Alright, a Group Fight
With the combined efforts of thirty-five replication clones, Uchiha Dali coordinated with them to unleash an all-out strike against the alternate dimension.
At once, the dimension that Ōtsutsuki Isshiki had sealed with his divine technique shattered.
From the pitch-black void appeared a massive rift, and beyond it was the familiar Shinobi World.
The moment the rift opened, countless familiar chakra signatures surged into Uchiha Dali's sensory range.
Joy welled up in his heart, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted. "Finally, it worked."
"Follow me—we'll cut our way back!"
With that, he was the first to rush out, ready to leave this damned place that had trapped him for so long.
But after only flying a few meters, Uchiha Dali sensed something amiss. He turned back and saw the replication clones behind him disappearing one after another.
"Hm?"
"Aren't they supposed to exist permanently…?"
Watching his replication clones vanish, Uchiha Dali suddenly realized the truth.
These clones weren't permanent after all—they too had a time limit.
Makes sense. If he could endlessly create replicas with equal strength and insight as himself, wouldn't that make him completely unstoppable?
He could just keep splitting off clones and, before long, lead an army of himself to dominate the entire universe.
Seeing that the rift he'd just opened in the alternate dimension was about to seal shut again, Uchiha Dali didn't bother with the clones any longer. He turned and flashed away at top speed.
The good news was that as the replication clones vanished, vast amounts of experience and memory flowed back into Uchiha Dali's main body.
In this regard, it was no different from the Shadow Clone Technique.
And from that information, he also learned another fact: once a replication clone disappeared, he could summon a new one again.
Now that was interesting.
Barely two seconds after Uchiha Dali left the alternate dimension, the rift closed completely, leaving no trace behind.
He withdrew his gaze and turned to look toward the horizon a kilometer ahead.
There, two figures stood waiting for him.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, clearly on good terms—Uchiha Madara and Ōtsutsuki Isshiki.
Both looked different from when he had first seen them.
Draped in white robes, with bluish-white skin and strange horns on their heads, they now had the unmistakable appearance of true Ōtsutsuki. Uchiha Dali smiled faintly, then with a flash of his figure, appeared before them, fearless.
"So, you two already decided a winner?"
His gaze swept quickly across the ground.
The earth had been ravaged beyond recognition. Where once lay pristine forests, mountains, and rivers, now only fissures and craters stretched endlessly.
Clearly, Isshiki and Madara had already fought a fierce battle.
"Are you asking just to ask?" Isshiki retorted.
"Oh, so that means you've joined forces."
Uchiha Dali's smile faded as he gave a slight nod.
"If the opponent is you, then we have no choice. After all, your strength is something both of us acknowledge," Madara replied.
"I see. A group fight, then."
Uchiha Dali nodded, saying nothing more.
Isshiki, however, immediately refuted him. "That's hardly a group fight—we're only two people."
"Like I said, if it's against you, we have to take this seriously."
"No, no—you've misunderstood."
Uchiha Dali shook his head. "What I meant was, we're the ones ganging up on you two."
"Oh? We?"
Madara frowned in surprise at his words. But before he could finish questioning, dozens of figures suddenly appeared at Uchiha Dali's side.
Each one looked exactly like his main body.
Seeing this, Isshiki couldn't help but sneer. "So scared you've gone stupid, huh? Do Shadow Clones even count as real combat power?"
"But, if you don't feel like fighting, why not join us instead?"
"Kara has always welcomed those with talent."
Clearly, Isshiki mistook them for multiple Shadow Clones.
While he tried to recruit Uchiha Dali, Madara's expression grew heavier by the second.
His eyes were locked on the "clones" around Uchiha Dali, who were all itching for a fight. The longer he watched, the more solemn his face became.
Isshiki seemed to notice something off as well. He instinctively glanced at the silent Madara, then looked again at the supposed clones before them.
This time, he didn't just rely on sight—he activated his Byakugan to examine the chakra within their bodies.
What he saw made his pupils contract, his face full of shock. "This… impossible!!"
Hearing this, Madara's expression also changed to astonishment.
He had already sensed something odd—their chakra felt off, abnormal somehow—but he hadn't confirmed it. He'd only had a hunch.
Now, with Isshiki's perfect Byakugan, that hunch was confirmed.
"These aren't Shadow Clones. Each of them has chakra nearly identical to Uchiha Dali himself. But more importantly—Uchiha Dali's own chakra hasn't been diminished in the slightest…"
"That's the real problem!"
Madara revealed the truth.
They both knew that normal Shadow Clone Technique split the user's chakra evenly. The more clones one made, the weaker the original body became.
But now, Uchiha Dali's chakra hadn't lessened at all despite the appearance of his so-called clones. It was exactly the same as before.
That could only mean this so-called clone technique was something far stranger—not simple Multiple Shadow Clones at all.
"This guy really is troublesome. Now you should have no more hesitation, right, Madara?"
"If we don't give everything we've got to take him down here, none of us will ever get what we want!"
Isshiki could already feel the crushing pressure.
Because at this very moment, Uchiha Dali's main body, along with his thirty-five replication clones, were all unleashing their chakra without restraint.
That meant thirty-six Uchiha Dalis, each as strong as the real thing, bearing down on them at once.
No one could possibly ignore that kind of overwhelming force.
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