It was not a close fight.
It was not even a contest measured by margins.
It was a complete, merciless crushing.
Even though the Ninja World had prepared themselves mentally before the second round began, the moment the battlefield fully unfolded, the reality still struck with overwhelming force. Strategy, experience, coordination—none of it mattered once the true scale of the disparity was revealed.
In wars of infiltration, assassination, and terrain exploitation, Ninja were unrivaled.
But this was not that kind of war.
While Ninja squads were still calculating approach angles, concealment routes, and timing windows, the Douluo side had already decided on a single answer.
An answer written in range, altitude, and saturation.
The sky belonged to Douluo.
Flying Spirit Beasts formed layered aerial formations, their wings cutting across the clouds as if carving territory. Upon their backs sat long-range Spirit Masters, calmly adjusting angles, calmly locking targets. Below them, plant-type Spirit Beasts and domain-type Spirit Masters formed a living information network, transmitting coordinates with terrifying efficiency through roots, spores, and shared perception.
There was no need to search.
Every movement was already known.
Any Ninja who revealed themselves—even for an instant—was marked.
And once marked, annihilation followed.
Even Kage-level figures like Ōnoki and Ay hesitated to take to the air.
Not because they lacked the ability.
But because the moment they rose, multiple Titled Douluo-level snipers shifted focus toward them. The air itself became a killing zone. Ascending meant becoming a beacon.
On the eastern front, Kurama wasted no time.
The moment it entered the battlefield, its massive body surged forward, nine tails whipping through the air as Chakra boiled violently around it.
Kurama growled.
"So this is the so-called aerial superiority?"
Its senses locked onto a dense cluster of enemies.
Without a word.
Without warning.
A Tailed Beast Ball formed.
Kurama fired.
The condensed sphere of destruction screamed through the sky, ripping apart the air itself as it hurtled toward the enemy formation.
For a brief instant, Kurama's lips curled.
Then it felt it.
A presence.
Heavy.
Ancient.
Descending from above.
Ditian appeared.
Kurama's pupils shrank.
"Transformed Spirit Beast…?"
It recognized him instantly from Konoha's intelligence briefings. One of the enemy's absolute cores.
Kurama snorted.
"Afraid? Don't make me laugh."
It listed names in its mind, almost out of habit.
Kaguya. Hagoromo. Hamura. Hashirama. Madara. Mito. Kushina.
Boss Li. Bi Ji. Too many to count.
"When have I ever bowed my head?"
Ditian did not speak.
Half of his body dragonized in an instant.
Black dragon scales flowed across his arm like liquid iron.
He raised a claw.
And caught the Tailed Beast Ball.
Kurama's grin vanished.
With a single, casual motion, Ditian flung the energy sphere back.
Kurama's memories screamed.
"—Tch!"
Its nine tails snapped together instinctively, layering into a dense defensive formation.
The explosion came an instant later.
Boom.
The shockwave flattened the ground for kilometers.
Kurama was driven backward, its massive body skidding through shattered earth.
When the dust cleared, it shook its aching tails, breathing hard, eyes locked onto Ditian.
Ditian stood unmoved.
Not a single scale was cracked.
The pressure rolling off his body alone made the air feel heavy.
Kurama bared its fangs.
"Hmph. Another mongrel who wants to stand over me?"
But its instincts were screaming.
This pressure…
It was no weaker than Hashirama.
No weaker than Madara.
Kurama inhaled deeply.
Chakra surged violently.
"Fine."
"If that's how it is…"
A far denser sphere began forming—larger, darker, more vicious.
"Super Tailed Beast Ball!"
The attack distorted space itself as it launched.
Ditian's dragon eyes narrowed.
His fully dragonized claw came down.
"Black Dragon Claw."
Five black dragon shadows tore forward.
The Tailed Beast Ball was shredded midair.
Energy detonated chaotically, ripping clouds apart across the sky.
When the turbulence settled, Ditian was still there.
Untouched.
Kurama's ears flattened.
"This guy's defense…"
For the first time, doubt crept in.
Kurama roared.
All nine tails rose.
Chakra surged beyond restraint.
Another Tailed Beast Ball—still forming.
Ditian vanished.
He reappeared directly before Kurama.
"Dragon God Claw."
The blow landed before Kurama could finish charging.
Kurama spat out the incomplete sphere instinctively while its tails intertwined into a desperate shield.
The impact collapsed the earth.
Kurama was smashed deep into the ground, the crater stretching nearly a kilometer wide.
When it crawled out, its Chakra cloak was fractured, its size reduced, tails dragging heavily.
Kurama panted.
"…Tch."
Ditian looked down coldly.
"Beast from another world."
"Your strength is commendable."
"But it cannot shake the Dragon Clan."
Kurama said nothing.
Retreat calculations raced through its mind.
Then—
A familiar voice.
"Ha! You look miserable, stinky fox!"
Sand swirled.
Shukaku emerged, round body wobbling with undisguised delight.
Kurama snarled.
"Shut up, you fat raccoon!"
But its tension eased—just slightly.
Ditian's gaze shifted.
"Two beasts."
"Together or not, it changes nothing."
His full form unfolded.
A dragon shadow blotted out the sky.
The world seemed to shrink beneath it.
Sand fell inert.
Kurama's fur bristled.
Shukaku swallowed.
"…Hey."
It transmitted cautiously.
"How about… we call more brothers?"
Kurama clenched its jaws.
"…First we survive."
Elsewhere, the battlefield burned.
On the western front, the White Snake Sage revealed its true form, a colossal white serpent coiling around mountains.
Opposite it, Dugu Bo's Spirit Avatar manifested.
The Jade Phosphor Serpent expanded within poisonous mist so dense it corroded stone.
They collided.
The shockwave shredded clouds.
Poison devoured earth.
Even the White Snake Sage's scales blistered under corrosion.
To the south, Tsunade fought beside Katsuyu.
Qian Daoliu descended in holy radiance.
Posessi summoned the sea.
"Katsuyu!" Tsunade shouted.
"Split!"
Katsuyu obeyed.
Thousands scattered.
Tsunade struck.
And still—
They were pressed back.
Tsunade wiped blood from her mouth.
"This is bad."
Katsuyu's voice echoed, strained.
"They are sealing my energy."
To the north, Gamamaru's Sage Arts briefly dominated—
Until the Demon Emperor arrived.
Water swallowed everything.
When it receded, only a lake remained.
Across the battlefield, resistance collapsed sector by sector.
Ōnoki's Dust Release froze midair.
Ay was struck down.
Golden Crocodile laughed.
Chen Xin's blade ended it.
Mid-tier Ninja fared no better.
Kakashi dodged, retreated, vanished—
Only to feel eyes tracking him again.
He cursed under his breath.
"Where do they keep finding sensory beasts…?"
Above him, wings approached.
He fled.
Again.
The battlefield had already decided its verdict.
This was not a war of tactics.
It was a war of scale.
And the Ninja World was being rolled over—completely.