Chapter 627: Resurrected from the dead? The Mother Tree of Devil Fruits!

Crimson flames dyed the sky red, and scorching air currents shook and swept across the horizon, only gradually calming down after a long time.

On the warship Pluton, the confident smile on the face of Rocks, who had originally thought victory was in his grasp, froze, and he stood up abruptly.

The attack of the Ancient Weapon Pluton possessed the power to destroy a country, yet it was dispersed in a single blow; the person who acted must be very strong!

"Who exactly is it? Who exactly made a move?" Rocks roared in a low voice.

Imu? Or Lin Xuan?

No, both of them should have been heavily injured and shouldn't have such strength. Could it be that there were others he didn't know about hiding nearby?!

Rocks's expression shifted constantly, and he had a bad premonition in his heart, feeling that something beyond his expectations was about to happen!

A sense of unease spread rapidly in his heart!

At the same time, in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, those present were confused, some were surprised, but more were excited about having survived a disaster.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was cast toward the figure in mid-air.

"So strong, he actually blocked the Pluton's attack alone; he saved us!"

"Wait, he is... how could it be him?"

"How is that possible? Wasn't he already killed by Guild Leader Lin?"

Above them, a white-haired old man stood in the air; it was actually one of the Celestial Dragon ancestors who had been killed by Lin Xuan earlier.

Seeing others looking at him, Lin Xuan shook his head and said: "Don't look at me, I did indeed finish him off; I'm not taking the blame for this!"

"Also, look closely again; that guy's appearance isn't quite right!"

Uchiha Madara and the others heard this and looked at the white-haired old man in the sky again; Madara even directly activated his Sharingan.

Sure enough, they soon discovered something wrong.

After dispersing the Pluton's attack, the white-haired old man in mid-air remained motionless like a clay statue.

There was nothing abnormal on his surface, but when Hashirama and the others looked at him, they always felt an inexplicable sense of awkwardness.

How should they put it?

Rather than saying he was a living person, it was more like he was a puppet without consciousness!

"What is going on?" Senju Hashirama asked in confusion. ===== CHAPTER 629 =====