Chapter 672

Looking at Primordial Black Diabolo, Black Zetsu's face flickered with wariness, for there was no one else who could directly speak of his origins.

"How did you find out, traveler from another world?"

Now, even Black Zetsu had to be cautious when facing Primordial Black Diabolo, for in his eyes, Primordial Black Diabolo was already an extremely dangerous threat.

Seeing Black Zetsu's wary expression, Primordial Black Diabolo's face broke into a faint smile.

"You carry the same scent as that one. I never expected that in the end, the goddess they feared would be the one to secretly control this world—truly fascinating."

"Wonderful! Why do I always run into things like this? By the way, kid, I want to fight that one—how do I set that one free?"

Looking at Black Zetsu, Primordial Black Diabolo's expression remained calm; in truth, given Primordial Black Diabolo's age, calling Black Zetsu "kid" was perfectly fine.

Although this Primordial Black Diabolo was merely Lin Cheng's puppet, the original Primordial Black Diabolo had already lived for countless years.

Even if he called Black Zetsu "kid," there was nothing wrong with it.

"What do you mean? Don't you and your companions share the same goal?"

Looking at Primordial Black Diabolo, Black Zetsu's wariness deepened further, for even now, he still did not know Primordial Black Diabolo's true intent—and under certain circumstances, he would not let Primordial Black Diabolo do anything.

Seeing Black Zetsu's wary expression, Primordial Black Diabolo's face showed a faint smile.

"Who told you I have a good relationship with them? And do you truly believe Xuanwozhang Sect cares about how this world turns out? In truth, he only needs to prove the Akatsuki organization; for him, once the Akatsuki is proven, everything else is irrelevant."

"Moreover, you think your actions are hidden, but to us, what you've done is plain as day—there's no concealment at all."

"Why have you succeeded? Simply because they're all too foolish to realize there's a mastermind behind all of this."

Hearing Primordial Black Diabolo's words, Black Zetsu's wariness intensified—he had not expected Primordial Black Diabolo could so easily discern his purpose, and this was no good news for him.

"So you mean you people don't care who wins this Shinobi World War—you only want something, right?"

"Indeed. As for your game, we couldn't care less. We only seek to see an absolute powerhouse join us—and none of you now qualify."

"The only one who qualifies is the one you serve. Only he has the right to join us. Do you understand?"

Looking at Black Zetsu, Primordial Black Diabolo's smile remained unchanged, but Black Zetsu could sense Primordial Black Diabolo's indifference—his utter disregard for them.

To Primordial Black Diabolo, they were no stronger than pigs.

"Then does this mean you want to help me free Mother, right?"

"Exactly. But if she refuses to join us, we won't force her—after all, such things must be voluntary."

Looking at Black Zetsu, Primordial Black Diabolo's eyes held a faint smile—he knew Black Zetsu was beginning to waver. For Black Zetsu, the most important thing was freeing Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.

So as long as Primordial Black Diabolo placed this chip on the table, he had no fear Black Zetsu would not fall into the trap.

But as he looked at Primordial Black Diabolo, Black Zetsu gradually calmed down—he did not believe this so-called traveler from another world was so benevolent as to willingly help him free his mother.

"You must have other motives. If your only goal was to save my mother, you wouldn't go out of your way to help me like this."

"Indeed, we have other purposes beyond this—but unfortunately, your level is too low to understand what we need."

"I can only tell you this: we still require war. So we will watch the Fourth Shinobi World War begin, for we need this battle."

Hearing Primordial Black Diabolo's words, Black Zetsu nodded—he now roughly understood Primordial Black Diabolo's intent.

Yet he also knew that without sufficient power, Primordial Black Diabolo could never have discovered that his mother was sealed on the moon—so he remained deeply wary of Primordial Black Diabolo.