"Heh. Heh. Heh." Uchiha Madara was panting heavily now, a feeling of heat spreading through his eyes. Damn it, he had been overconfident.
He shouldn't have just stood there and let them hit him. His chakra reserves were still plentiful, but his ocular power was almost depleted!
The man on the cloud, Rasa, was shocked. Damn it, how could Uchiha Madara possess such power? It was impossible! Damn it! If only I also had a Susano'o!
Hm? Wait! Uchiha Madara's breathing is erratic! Rasa suddenly noticed the large heaving of Madara's chest. He narrowed his eyes. "Everyone, continue the attack! Uchiha Madara has used up a lot of his ocular power! Now is the time to strike!"
Black Zetsu couldn't help but nod. Although Rasa was the weakest attacker he had ever partnered with, his observational skills were decent.
Uchiha Madara had indeed been overconfident earlier, only defending and not attacking. Black Zetsu was puzzled. Was this still the decisive, ruthless Uchiha Madara he knew?
Could it be that after returning to Konoha and staying there for so long, he had become indecisive?
Black Zetsu frowned. No, no, no, no, no. Something was wrong. There must be a piece of the puzzle he was missing. What was it?
The Suna-nin looked at each other, doubtful. Could they really defeat an Uchiha Madara like this?
Right at that moment, a voice came from the sky. "Magnet Release: Gold Dust: Great Desert Funeral!" Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The ground began to tremble. Gold dust from underground surged out, forming golden ropes that bound Uchiha Madara's Susano'o.
Uchiha Madara frowned. He swung his arm easily, breaking the golden ropes. But after breaking them, they would just reform and bind him again!
"Tch, tch, Rasa. Don't tell me you only know these paltry binding tricks!" Uchiha Madara looked up at the cloud, a mocking expression on his face.
"Lord Madara, be careful, behind you in the sky!!" Somehow, a massive golden pagoda had formed! 9999 Pure Gold!
Uchiha Madara was startled. He turned his head and saw the golden pagoda falling from the sky, crashing down towards his Susano'o!
Uchiha Madara tried to break free, but was bound by the golden ropes. He roared, breaking the golden ropes. There was no time to draw his sword. He raised both hands, and the Susano'o mimicked the action.
On the cloud above, Rasa pressed his right hand down with all his might, his face turning red with strain. Damn it! How is this guy holding on so stubbornly! Shit! I'm almost out of chakra!
"Black Zetsu, help me!" Rasa gritted his teeth and shouted.
Seeing this scene, Black Zetsu's heart stirred. Oh ho, Rasa is doing pretty well this time! He's actually suppressing Uchiha Madara! It's just that his chakra is insufficient, tsk tsk. But to achieve this much is already quite good.
"Well done! I'll lend you my..." Before he could finish, a Flying Thunder God kunai shot towards Rasa. Rasa was stunned. Even Black Zetsu didn't react in time. Minato Namikaze appeared, a smile on his face.
"Now, now, now, Lord Kazekage, my apologies! As an enemy, I cannot afford to hold back!" After saying this, Minato used the Flying Thunder God kunai to sever Rasa's right hand.
Because Rasa's right hand was cut off, his S-rank Magnet Release ninjutsu, Great Desert Funeral, was interrupted. The golden pagoda remained, but it lost its downward crushing force.
Uchiha Madara felt the opportunity had come. He lifted the golden pagoda, then slowly set it down! He placed it on the ground!
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he had indeed been overconfident. Facing eight thousand shinobi alone, not fighting back, just letting them attack him. Probably even Hashirama couldn't have endured that.
"Damn you! You brat, you ruined my great plan! I'll tear you to pieces!" Rasa said venomously. Black Zetsu made a decision and immediately created a new arm for him.
Rasa raised his right hand. Having received Black Zetsu's chakra, the power and speed of his ninjutsu had increased significantly. "Magnet Release: Gold Binding Coffin!"
Gold dust rapidly gathered, trying to envelop Minato Namikaze. But the next moment, "Too slow!!" Minato threw a kunai. As he passed behind Rasa, he used the Flying Thunder God Technique.
Then, chakra gathered in Minato's right hand. "Rasengan!" Minato roared, thrusting his right hand towards the small of Rasa's back.
Instantly, Rasa's eyes rolled back, feeling as if his waist was about to break. The full force of an A-rank ninjutsu struck his lower back. If not for Black Zetsu's possession, he might have been killed!
Rasa spat out a mouthful of blood. He turned to look at Minato, his eyes filled with venom.
Minato frowned, his face full of disbelief. Even a Kage-level expert taking this hit head-on shouldn't have only spat a mouthful of blood!
"Black Zetsu, heal me!" Rasa thought inwardly.
Black Zetsu, "... I must have been cursed for eight lifetimes to be stuck with you!" Nevertheless, Black Zetsu obediently began repairing the damage to Rasa's lower back.
Minato wanted to continue his attack, but then he heard Uchiha Izuna's voice. "Minato! Come back! There's something strange about Rasa!"
Minato nodded and teleported back to Uchiha Izuna's side. He had given Izuna a Flying Thunder God kunai earlier, just in case.
The four thousand shinobi troops charged up the mountain from the rear supply route, each one exceptionally excited!
Now, seeing this, Uchiha Madara gave the order. "Full assault. Ascend the mountain. Slay their leader!"
The six thousand shinobi army, having held back for so long, all charged towards the mountain!
The Suna-nin, seeing six thousand troops in front and four thousand behind, immediately fell into disarray! Mutiny broke out in the ranks. Some fought desperately, some became deserters, some knelt and surrendered.
These eight thousand troops were subdued by this Konoha army in less than 30 minutes. Some died, some fled, some surrendered.
Rasa, hidden within the clouds, felt his heart turn to ashes. The foundation he had built over these years was, once again, completely wiped out! Damn it! Why!
"Rasa! Run, now! Otherwise, you'll be captured soon! You can't handle two Susano'o! Also, don't return to the village. If you go back now, the village will only kill you, take your head, and negotiate with Konoha again! Escape! Flee towards Kumogakure!" Black Zetsu said.
Rasa nodded. "I understand!" So, stepping onto his golden platform, he flew towards the north.
The Suna-nin couldn't believe their eyes. That Lord Rasa, who gave speeches in beer halls, rallying everyone to resist to the end, the Fourth Kazekage, had now abandoned his villagers and run away alone!
"Wh, why! Lord Rasa! Why have you abandoned your people!"
"Damn you, Rasa! I thought you were a wise leader, but you're just a coward!"
"Rasa, I fuck your grandmother! Because of you, my father, my son died on the battlefield, and you just run away? I spit on you!"
The Suna-nin cried, raged, or laughed maniacally. Their expressions differed, but their hearts were all like dead ashes.
Their Kage had led them to fight against injustice. They were defeated. The Kage abandoned them and ran away by himself. They could endure a lack of strength, but a lack of responsibility...
"Rasa truly made a terrible move," Uchiha Izuna murmured.
"Lord Madara, are you alright?" Minato asked with concern.
Uchiha Madara shook his head. "I'm fine. I just shouldn't have been overconfident, only defending and not attacking. My ocular power is a bit depleted now. Izuna, I'll leave the rest to you. I need to sleep for a while, recover my ocular power."
Having said that, Uchiha Madara collapsed into Izuna's arms. Izuna nodded. "Leave it to me, brother!"
He raised his head, his eyes shining, and looked at all the Konoha shinobi. "Clean up the battlefield! Record the casualties, tie up these Suna-nin securely! Send someone back to inform Chiyo. Pay the ransom!"