As Orochi was pulled away and swallowed by the chakra snake of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
The entire appearance of the Demonic Statue instantly underwent a massive transformation.
From a multi-eyed monster carrying ten tree-like protrusions on its back, it turned into a gigantic beast with ten tails, each hundreds of meters long, a slender body, elongated limbs, and a single massive red eye on its head.
On its back sat a stump-like object shaped like an onion.
Of course, its overall color still looked like wood.
And in fact, the true form of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, or the Ten Tails, was originally a tree.
After absorbing Orochi, the Demonic Statue finally achieved the Ten Tails form—though not complete, it could already unleash many supernatural abilities, such as wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.
It could use these powers to attack Su Ye or devastate the land beneath it.
Mai Shiranui and the others, who had just achieved Absolute Domain and gained powerful offensive strength, were instantly blown away by the immense chakra force.
At this point, the Demonic Statue—oh no, it could no longer be called that—it was now the Ten Tails.
An incomplete form of the Ten-Tails.
The Ten-Tails had effortlessly swatted away the three like ants. Then, it let out a long howl in Su Ye's direction.
Immediately, the Ten-Tails gathered an immense amount of chakra, which transformed into a colossal storm that surged toward Su Ye.
The power of this storm was immense. Compared to it, the whirlwind that Goenitz had created earlier was not even worthy of being mentioned.
As the raging storm swept through, the peak of Mount Fuji was engulfed in flying sand and stones, creating an apocalyptic scene.
Faced with such an attack, Su Ye chose to remain calm and adapt accordingly.
In mid-air, he moved like a leaf, drifting with the wind.
When the storm struck, he simply moved along with it. No matter how strong the wind was, it could not harm him.
However, beneath him, Mount Fuji was stripped of its surface layer as countless dirt and rubble were lifted by the storm and hurled forward, plowing through everything like artillery fire.
The storm was heading straight toward the Tokyo metropolitan area.
In an instant, countless skyscrapers were struck by the storm and the debris within it. They were quickly shattered into fragments, and many collapsed entirely.
Previously, the shockwaves from the Demonic Statue's movements had already destroyed a large portion of Tokyo. Now, another massive area was collapsing.
Countless civilians caught in the destruction were instantly killed or injured.
Those farther away were desperately trying to flee to other cities, but all the roads were already packed with vehicles, turning them into massive parking lots.
Even if they wanted to escape, they couldn't.
When the Ten-Tails realized that the storm couldn't harm Su Ye, it changed its battle strategy.
With another roar, the already dark sky became even more ominous, rolling with thick clouds—just like when Thor summoned lightning with Mjolnir.
And these dark clouds did not disappoint their ominous appearance. Within moments, countless bolts of lightning struck down, aiming for Su Ye's body.
These lightning bolts, however, could not touch Su Ye at all. He easily dodged them mid-air.
However, while Su Ye avoided the lightning, the buildings and people below could not.
Amidst the deafening thunder, entire districts and countless buildings were shattered. Those famed clean streets—where no one spat, no leaves fell, and no trash was discarded—were instantly obliterated.
That vision of the future city of humanity, the ultimate goal of world urban construction and beautification, which existed in the minds of countless pro-Japan enthusiasts, vanished in an instant.
Among them, a so-called divine toilet, placed on a shelf with numerous vertical toilet papers for people to despise, received special attention from the lightning and was blasted into debris.
Under such a powerful natural attack, even the lightning rod was of no use; it was completely obliterated, along with its base.
The disappearance of the divine toilet was just a trivial loss.
Compared to the city that was on the verge of disappearing, these things were insignificant.
Inside a helicopter fleeing the Tokyo area, a middle-aged man in a suit frantically dialed a phone number.
"Pick up the phone, you idiot!"
"You bastard! Didn't you say everything would be fine? Didn't you say that big guy would protect our nation?"
"Why? Why is this happening?"
The caller was the Prime Minister who had just appeared on the news to reassure the public that the Demonic Statue was their protector, sent from heaven to keep them safe—yet now he was fleeing by helicopter.
The number he dialed was for D.
Previously, when D disguised himself as Tobi and participated in Akatsuki's operations, their base was in Japan, and he had even lived in the Prime Minister's residence for a long time.
At that time, D had maintained a good cooperative relationship with the prime minister, and together they had planned many actions targeting countries around the world.
But now, the prime minister realized that D had deceived him.
That so-called guardian deity was nothing but a joke.
It wasn't a guardian deity at all—it was a god of destruction, appearing solely to wreak havoc on the land and ruin everyone's way of life.
Unfortunately, although the call connected, no one answered.
The prime minister was so furious that he almost smashed his phone.
After several failed attempts, Su Ye angrily hung up, but didn't give up.
Instead, he made another call—this time to the United States.
"Daddy, our nation is doomed! Hurry and send people to save us!"
In Washington, D.C., "Runny Joe" was resting with his eyes closed in his office, trying to get in the mood.
An explanation: "Joe" comes from his alias—his real name is probably Joseph.
"Runny" is from a meme in a certain popular show, where a character always skips class because of diarrhea and is called "Runny" by the teacher.
Roughly that's what it means.
Joe earned this nickname because, like the character, he always had diarrhea.
However, he was even worse than that student—his diarrhea was uncontrollable, happening anytime, anywhere, without warning.
Often, during important meetings, the urge would hit, and he'd just deal with it on the spot.
At least, that's how the rumors go.
So Su Ye gave him the nickname "Runny Joe."
When he got the call from the Japanese Prime Minister, Joe was at the critical moment of "getting into the mood," so while he answered, he didn't speak, continuing to focus on the feeling.
Experienced people know that when this kind of feeling comes, it's best not to suppress it, or else it will feel extremely uncomfortable.
It's like wanting to sneeze—staring at the light, opening your mouth for a long time, but in the end, holding it back. That kind of discomfort can drive a person crazy.
Joe was the same—once the feeling came, it had to be dealt with, or he wouldn't feel right.
"Daddy, please say something! Our country is about to be finished! You're the only one who can save us! Send out the superheroes—Iron Man, Thor, Captain America! Hurry up and send them!"
"If they come too late, you'll lose me, your son, forever, Daddy!"
"I'm begging you, please!"
The Prime Minister nearly burst into tears, shouting into the phone, trying to elicit even a bit of sympathy from the other side.
After all, he had been Joe's lapdog—his "son"—for some time now.
At this critical moment, if "American Daddy" didn't come to save him, it would be unreasonable both emotionally and logically.
On the other end of the call, after a long silence—just when the prime minister had talked himself hoarse—a deep exhale was suddenly heard, as if someone who had been holding their breath for too long had finally breathed in fresh air.
"Hmm!"
Then he heard Joe's trembling voice.
"Junior… what did you just say?"
"..."
The prime minister's anger instantly exploded.
I just said so much, and you didn't hear any of it? What the hell were you doing? Sitting on the toilet?
He was filled with rage, but he didn't dare to erupt. Instead, he carefully repeated himself.
"Daddy, please come save us!"
Joe listened, then fell silent again for over ten seconds before speaking again.
"Oh, Junior, what did you want from me?"
"I… you idiot!"
The prime minister couldn't hold back anymore and cursed directly.
This time, not only did Joe hear it—he responded strongly.
"Prime Minister, did you call just to insult me on behalf of your nation?"
"I think our two nations need to have a 'friendly' conversation—otherwise, you might forget who the real daddy is!"
The prime minister cowered. He needed help, and even if the other side directly insulted him, he had no choice but to endure it.
"Daddy, you misunderstood! I was just bumped into, that wasn't directed at you. Here's what's happening—"
The prime minister hurriedly repeated his explanation for the third time before Rare Guest Joe finally responded.
"Oh, so you're asking for the superhero team to take action? I understand, but there are designated personnel for that. I'm not in a position to interfere. I'll transfer your call."
With that, the call was put on hold for transfer.
Soon, the call was answered, and the voice of Alexander Pierce came through.
"Hello! This is Alexander Pierce. Who's calling?"
The prime minister first took a blood pressure pill to suppress his racing heart before speaking.
"Mr. Alexander Pierce, I am the Prime Minister of our nation. Here's the situation…"
The fourth time!
The prime minister had now explained the same thing four times. He was genuinely terrified that Alexander Pierce would say, "I didn't catch that," and make him repeat it again—because then he would really lose his temper.
Luckily, Pierce was younger and more reliable than Joe.
"Prime Minister, we understand your request. If you need it, we can deploy the superheroes immediately."
As it happened, the Great Wall Guardians had just returned from an off-planet mission and were in Los Angeles for maintenance. Alexander Pierce couldn't deny this fact.
And considering the Great Wall Guardians' mission to protect Earth, they were expected to intervene wherever disaster struck.
As for whether the city would still be standing after they "helped"—well, that was out of their control.
That depended on the strength and destructive capability of the enemy.
However, before the Great Wall Guardians took action, Alexander Pierce had some terms to discuss with the prime minister.
"The Great Wall Guardians are very busy, and their equipment and transportation costs are significant. So… you need to pay more!"
Alexander Pierce could have been more tactful, but when dealing with the prime minister of this small country, even though he was technically a head of state, Pierce didn't see him as worth much attention.
In the eyes of the elite white establishment, especially American politicians from capitalist backgrounds, humanity was divided into strict hierarchical classes.
East Asians were at the very bottom of that hierarchy—even the prime minister of this small country was no exception.
The prime minister knew exactly how these people operated, so he didn't waste time and responded directly.
"How much?"
No matter the amount, the prime minister would agree. Right now, money didn't matter—saving his country was the only priority.
On the other end, Alexander Pierce hesitated for a moment before saying, "Well, we might need to hold a meeting to discuss this."
"You idiot!"
The prime minister couldn't hold back any longer.
"Our country is under a devastating attack! It might be completely destroyed at any moment! Shouldn't you be providing assistance based on our past relationship? Charging us is one thing, but do you really need to research how much to charge?"
"Do you realize how much time you're wasting with this? If you delay until the heating season begins and temperatures plummet, do you know how many people will die?"
"Temperature?" Alexander Pierce asked in confusion.
The prime minister froze. "What temperature? I'm talking about that massive terrifying entity! Once it launches a full-scale attack, do you know how many people will die?"
"There's no time to waste!"
Even after all that, Alexander Pierce still refused to commit.
He came from a capitalist background, and the issues he cared about were never about what would happen to the world or to any particular country.
Capitalists only cared about profits—about money.
Want my help? Sure, just pay up.
Don't want my help? That's fine too—just pay up.
You have a need? Do you have money?
You don't have a need? No! You do have a need. If I say you have one, then you do. And if you don't, I'll create one for you.
Now that you have a need, do you want my help? Just pay up!
That was their logic—only profit, only plunder.
Su Ye had once heard from a late elder named Ai Gong that the strategy of these people was to concentrate most of the world's wealth into the hands of the top 20%.
As for the remaining 80%—they didn't need wealth, and they didn't need to live.
Better if they just died.