With Kurama's help, Su Ye's physical burden was instantly reduced significantly.
At the same time, the Ten-Tails began to fight back.
No one likes having something forcibly sucked out of their body...
Well, okay, not everything is absolute. There is one kind of sucking that people quite enjoy.
But for the Ten-Tails, this was different—it wasn't energy being sucked away, but its power.
The very power that made up its body.
Without this power, it would cease to exist!
The Ten-Tails tried to resist, but a flash of red light in the sky instantly transformed into countless giant gates, pinning it to the ground.
"Hiss! Roar!"
The Ten-Tails struggled and resisted, but it was all in vain.
Meanwhile, in mid-air, Su Ye and Kurama were enjoying their absorption process.
"Yes, that's it, keep going!"
"Kurama, put in more effort! With more chakra, you'll become even stronger and defeat many enemies. Opportunities like this don't come often—if you miss this one, there won't be another!"
"Haha, shut up, brat. No matter how much I absorb, I'm still just your battery. Stop trying to sell me dreams—Grandpa Kurama isn't buying it!"
"How is this selling dreams? The stronger I become, the bigger the world you get to see! Besides, you won't be stuck inside me forever—you'll come out sooner or later!"
"Even if you're right, I'll still make you suffer!"
Like two giant vacuum cleaners, they desperately pulled chakra out of the Ten-Tails' body.
The Ten-Tails was soon emptied out, its massive body visibly shriveling, its movements slowing down as if regressing to its initial state as the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
On the other side, Su Ye and Kurama also couldn't keep absorbing indefinitely.
That much chakra was too much for them to handle.
At this moment, Su Ye started doing something else.
He was no longer just absorbing chakra; instead, he began pulling things out of the Ten-Tails' body.
Soon, a chubby gray creature with a large tail and eyes that looked like it was wearing hero sunglasses was pulled out from the Ten-Tails' body.
Looking at this creature, which was about the size of a human but had the proportions of a baby beast—with tiny arms and legs—it appeared both dumb and adorable, even funnier than the lucky cat statues in restaurants.
"This… is Shukaku?"
Kurama couldn't help but laugh.
The nine Tailed Beasts were originally split from the Ten-Tails many years ago. They could be considered nonuplets—born together, growing together, and causing trouble together.
But now, Kurama's body was filled with chakra, swelling like a balloon.
Meanwhile, Shukaku had reverted to a tiny cub, just like when it was first born.
Yet, this newly born Shukaku still retained all of its old memories. This contrast immediately filled Kurama with a sense of superiority.
"Little Shukaku, how are you?"
With Su Ye's help, Kurama's voice directly appeared in Shukaku's mind.
Shukaku immediately jolted, its fur standing on end as it jumped up in shock.
"Kurama, is that you? Where are you? Weren't you swallowed?"
Kurama chuckled, "Of course, I wasn't swallowed. Only you fools would get caught and eaten like food."
"Hmph!" Shukaku snorted but couldn't argue—after all, it really had been swallowed and was only saved thanks to Kurama and Su Ye.
Shukaku chose to remain silent, but Kurama wasn't about to let it go that easily.
"Looking at you now, you seem to have returned to your newborn size. Come on, call me Grandpa Kurama!"
"Scram!"
Shukaku immediately cursed.
As a defense-oriented Tailed Beast with the fewest tails, Shukaku had always been hostile toward Kurama, who had the most tails.
Now, Kurama had given it yet another reason to hate him.
But Kurama just laughed triumphantly.
After this incident with the Ten-Tails, all the old Tailed Beast brothers would shrink down to tiny versions like Shukaku, and Kurama couldn't be happier about it.
No matter how their relationships had been before, from now on, he was officially their grandpa.
Kurama laughed heartily, while Shukaku felt utterly miserable.
But soon, when the Two-Tails, Matatabi, was pulled out, Shukaku's anger doubled—yet, oddly enough, he didn't feel as furious anymore.
Indeed, joy is meant to be shared, and sorrow is meant to be divided.
"Haha! Little Matatabi, long time no see!"
Kurama continued his taunting. The newly freed Matatabi, still confused, immediately went into a flustered state—reacting just like Shukaku had before.
Kurama got even more excited, continuing his "call me grandpa" taunts.
Soon, the Three-Tails, Four-Tails, all the way to the Eight-Tails were pulled out, all reverting to their infant forms—each one looking dumber and cuter than the last.
But each one was also angrier than the last.
Especially the last one, the Eight-Tails, Gyūki—who suddenly found himself with a grandpa and seven younger siblings staring at him strangely. He started to feel a little… out of place.
Like in the show Calabash Brothers—seven calabash brothers and their grandpa lived happily together. What was he doing here?
Wasn't he one too many?
Wouldn't it be better to just bury himself in a hole and disappear than stand here and get roasted?
After all nine tailed beasts had been pulled out, the Ten Tails fell completely silent—becoming just an inanimate Demonic Statue.
From a distance, Black Zetsu and White Zetsu looked at the Demonic Statue, now sitting lifeless like a ruined sculpture on the devastated island—and they just wanted to cry.
After all this effort, they had failed at the final moment!
These two envious troublemakers—useless!
"It's all that bastard's fault. If it weren't for him, we would've succeeded!"
"Yeah! All his fault. But we're not giving up. Next time, you won't wreck our plans so easily!"
"Hmph! Just you wait, you bastards!"
After saying that, Black Zetsu and White Zetsu prepared to burrow into the ground.
At this point, trash-talking was all they could do. Once done, they had to escape—or risk dying here.
But just as they were about to move—they realized they couldn't.
A powerful will descended upon them, forcefully restraining them in place, rendering them completely immobile.
They couldn't even escape in frustration—they couldn't even move enough to piss themselves in fear!
"W-What? Who's there?"
They instantly sensed that something was wrong and desperately tried to resist. But soon, they were surrounded by a group of adorably small creatures, each about the size of a person.
Eight of the Tailed Beasts stood there, staring at them blankly. Their cute, dumb-looking faces were now filled with a dangerous glint—as if they were calculating the best place to take a bite for maximum enjoyment.
The Zetsus were instantly terrified.
No matter who—or what—you were, being stared down like this was enough to make you panic.
Even worse, White Zetsu's clones were crawling in from all directions—like a horde of white ants marching into a bear's mouth.
It was like a swarm of white ants lining up to crawl straight into a bear's mouth.
It was a terrifying sight.
"What exactly is controlling us? Are they trying to completely wipe us out? This is horrifying!"
Meanwhile, Su Ye was staring at a ball of energy in his hand.
This energy was extracted from the Ten-Tails, but it wasn't chakra. It was something different—something more akin to Ki.
This energy was actually the Orochi that Yagami Daichi had extracted from Goenitz.
The Orochi represented Earth's will—a manifestation of natural energy in a certain part of the world, inherently possessing immense power.
The Four Heavenly Kings of the Hakkesshu had inherited their power from the Orochi.
Thus, possessing the Orochi meant possessing the powers of the Four Heavenly Kings—Wind, Earth, Lightning, and Fire.
Beyond that, there was another power of the Orochi—the power of the Sun!
As an embodiment of Earth's will, it made sense for it to possess solar energy.
Didn't the Orochi's ultimate attacks all involve things like "Sunlight Purification," slapping enemies in the face with solar energy?
The power of the Sun was incredibly powerful. Under the sunlight, all worldly sins could be eradicated, and all filth would vanish.
After stuffing this energy into his mouth and swallowing it to assimilate it, Su Ye officially became a Sun-powered hero.
From now on, whenever he encountered an unruly demon, he could just shout—
"BEHOLD THE SUN!"
During the process of absorbing this power, the will of the Orochi's will tried one last struggle—but Su Ye didn't give it the chance.
He didn't even let it speak—just swallowed it whole.
Then, Su Ye stretched out his hand, just like Kyo Kusanagi, raising it in front of him. Instantly, a mass of dark purple flames, filled with explosive energy, appeared in his palm.
The flames swirled in his hand, transforming into a whirlwind, and after the whirlwind, they became a ball of lightning.
Finally, the lightning vanished, and suddenly, the surrounding space sank—gravity in the entire area increased several times over.
In just an instant, Su Ye had become a powerful mutant, capable of controlling four elemental forces.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the ground and underground areas continued to sprout white humanoid creatures—White Zetsu.
White Zetsu was different from Black Zetsu.
He was created from people who, in ancient times, had fallen victim to the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Although weak individually, he existed in vast numbers and had previously been scattered across the world for various missions.
Gathering them all together in one place to serve as food for the Tailed Beasts had taken Su Ye quite some effort.
But the results were satisfying.
The Tailed Beasts were enjoying their feast, and both Madara Uchiha and Yagami Daichi, the grandfather-grandson duo, found it extremely satisfying to watch.
"Bite them! Tear them apart! Eat them all until nothing's left!"
At this moment, the two of them no longer seemed to hold any grudges against the world. They had no desire to restart or conquer the world anymore.
All of their past ambitions had been stirred up by these schemers. In reality, no one loved peace more than they did.
Back in the day, Madara had sought peace so much that he even shook hands with his sworn enemies, with whom his clan had battled for generations, and together, they established a village. That kind of vision and magnanimity was not something ordinary people could compare to.
And through his own experiences, he had come to understand that the generations of Hokage who succeeded his old rival, Hashirama Senju, had in many ways done even better than their predecessors.
Hashirama and Tobirama Senju, though not always great at dealing with people, at least had a good eye for choosing successors!
That's why both of them had long since abandoned their original world-destroying ambitions.
If you could live well, why waste time thinking about destroying the world?
Everything was Zetsu's fault!
So, after causing so much chaos, Zetsu should just die!
And thus, this grand battle came to an anticlimactic end.
The ones who had instigated this war—the resurrected Ten-Tails wielder Yagami Daichi and the manipulative Madara Uchiha—both came out unscathed.
But the battlefield—the entire land of Little Japan—was gone.
The Orochi, whose existence was tied to this land, was also gone.
So, some netizens had wondered before—why did it seem like Su Ye was always running around in America? He played in New York, then Los Angeles, then Boston, and even made a side trip to London.
And yet, he completely ignored Little Japan, which was right next door.
What was the deal? Was he showing Little Japan special treatment?
Now, Su Ye could finally answer everyone's question.
It wasn't that he was being friendly to Little Japan—it was just that this place was so tiny. As a certain comedian once joked, their weather forecast didn't even need to list cities individually—they could just say "nationwide clear" or "nationwide rain," and that would cover it.
Of course, that was an exaggeration. Little Japan might be small, but when stretched out, it was still a decent length.
The real problem was that their land's position and structure were too precarious—one good shake, and the whole thing could be wiped out.
And now, thanks to the Ten-Tails' rampage, the entire island had basically reverted to the Stone Age.
In the distant sea, even the warship carrying the Prime Minister couldn't escape its fate.
From the erupting volcanoes on land, a massive, scorching rock shot out like a meteor and landed directly on the warship.
The warship's crew initially planned to shoot down the incoming boulder using their close-in defense system.
But for some reason, at that exact moment, the guns misfired. The shells had all been replaced with duds, and where there should have been gunpowder, there was only sand—the entire system was completely useless.
As this eerily familiar scene played out, the Prime Minister didn't even have time to react before he and the warship were reduced to debris, sinking into the ocean.
This was the power of nature—the wrath of the earth—unstoppable and unforgiving.
On the Quinjet, the Great Wall Guardians were filled with mixed emotions.
"When the Battle of New York happened, we were there."
"When the chaos hit Los Angeles, we were there too."
"And now, we're here as well."
"And every place we've been to… is gone."
"So… what's the problem here? Could it be… us?"