The ninja tool Hyuga Kawa had prepared for himself was perfectly suited for someone highly skilled in Wind Release chakra nature transformation. The greater the mastery, the sharper the feathers became. The incredibly tough black threads of Earth Grudge Fear were as fragile as paper before these white feather blades infused with Wind Release chakra!
Black threads, with their organic texture, scattered like raindrops across the sky, but large numbers of the pure white feathers also fell to the ground.
"..."
A brief, deadly silence enveloped the underground palace. Everyone was stunned by this sudden, visually impactful scene.
Hyuga Kawa hovered in the air, his sacred wings covered in a white glow. The surrounding walls diffused a hazy luminescence, striking his flawless face, while his profile was hidden in the shadows of the glow, creating a profound and cold silhouette.
Meanwhile, Kakuzu, controlling those twisted black threads, showed no human resemblance whatsoever, appearing like an ugly monster from hell. The two of them, under the dim light of the underground palace, formed the purest and most shocking tableau of opposition: light and darkness collided and annihilated each other at this moment!
"Brat! You're looking for death!" Hearing the word "filth" spill from the opponent's mouth, Kakuzu's emerald eyes darkened, the fury in them seemingly wanting to devour him whole. If he weren't worried about revealing too much information and still being unable to silence everyone present, he would have already used his composite ninjutsu! Damn it! Why were the things these guys got so powerful?!
"Go!" This body was merely a Wood Clone, so Hyuga Kawa had no intention of getting entangled with Kakuzu. His wings instantly folded and flapped behind him.
Whoosh!!
He transformed into a streak of white light, instantly tearing through the murky air of the underground palace, shredding the black thread tentacles blocking his path like flimsy rags. Conveniently pulling up the Leaf ninja holding the broken sword, Hyuga Kawa flashed out towards the entrance! The pair of white wings traced two elegant white arcs in the air, leaving behind only faint white shimmering specks and fragments of black threads falling everywhere.
The moment he flew out of the entrance, Hyuga Kawa's pupils shifted slightly downward, meeting a pair of scrutinizing Rinnegan. Without giving Nagato any chance to covet or strike, his figure vanished from Nagato's sight in an instant, rapidly ascending up the thousand-meter deep abyss.
At the same time, the others also rushed out of the underground palace's door, charging towards the "way out" to the outside. They had expected to face attacks from those outside. However, when they stepped out, what greeted them was air even thicker than inside the underground palace.
The air was no longer mere air, but a stagnant, heavy blood mist, laced with an extreme sweetness and the scent of death!
"What... what is this??" A Cloud ninja instinctively took a breath, and the scent, accompanied by a chill, rushed straight to his brain, causing his stomach to churn violently and making his face turn pale.
Beneath their feet, it was no longer solid ground, but a deep red swamp that rose above their ankles, warm and slimy. Lifting their feet brought up viscous blood mixed with tissue. Further away, countless severed limbs piled up into small mountains, and blood slowly trickled down the "mountain bodies," converging into the crimson pools beneath their feet.
—Blood flowed in reverse, forming a river.
This entire area in front of the underground palace's entrance had transformed into a slaughterhouse grinding flesh and blood in the short time they had been inside the palace. It was like a canvas splashed with life by the most deranged artist, recounting their despair and struggle as death descended.
The most soul-chilling aspect was not the hellish scene itself, but the two figures standing silently at the center of this hellish tableau. As the madmen who had personally created this scene, there was no violent panting, no victorious grimace, only a calm indifference after the deed was done. This twisted contrast between extreme gore and cold serenity made an icy chill, biting to the bone, explode instantly through their spines and into their minds!
And so, someone made a move.
The first to act was surprisingly not the seemingly deranged and demented Ryū Tetsuya, but the individual who had worn a black robe from beginning to end and had been low-key throughout. The bloody, familiar scene before him seemed to have provoked him; his eyes turned blood-red and transformed into the "one" shape.
"That's..." At this moment, the 'Shadow' saw this scene, and a hint of interest suddenly appeared in his otherwise bored eyes. "The Chinoike clan, Ketsuryūgan?"
This kekkei genkai, which appeared in Sasuke Shinden: Raikō-hen, could be awakened through strong emotional stimulation, just like the Sharingan. It not only had the reputation of "Hypnosis Eye" but was also extremely proficient in genjutsu. It could turn people into "human bombs" and launch various ninjutsu using blood as a medium. However, the Chinoike clan has been annihilated by now, exterminated by their own clansmen, just like Itachi Uchiha. Those who need strong emotions to awaken their eyes are somewhat... unwell.
Currently, there should only be two surviving members of the Chinoike clan. This guy in front of him is probably Oyashiro En, the one who massacred his own clan.
"A bit interesting." The 'Shadow' hadn't expected his scheme to also reel in an unexpected fish. "How about it?" He turned to Nagato beside him, asking with a smile, "Interested?"
Before Nagato could reply, Oyashiro En had already raised his bow, aiming it at the two, his fingers on an invisible bowstring, veins bulging in his arm. The blood mist swirling around him was drawn in, coalescing instantly into a crimson arrow made of blood.
He shot.
Whoosh!
Under the gaze of everyone present, with a chilling shriek, the crimson blood arrow shot out rapidly, transforming into a streak of red light, its form indiscernible.
"Just a fool who can't discern the difference in strength between allies and enemies," Nagato commented. After his words fell, the 'Shadow' flung out a blade of solidified shadow, tearing through the blood mist in the air. It was like using black ink to splash a crimson full moon onto a blood-colored rice paper.
Bang!
In mid-air, the piercing blood arrow was violently detonated by a terrifying force, instantly shattering into pure blood that splattered into the air! Immediately after, the blade's light, like splattered blood-ink, continued its momentum undiminished, tearing through Oyashiro En's body!
Pfft!
A dazzling spray of blood bloomed from his front, and he was sent flying backward.
Not a moment of mourning was spared for Oyashiro En.
Next to take over the battlefield was the Prajñā Squad.
Chirp!
A figure wearing a Prajñā mask appeared behind the 'Shadow'. In the 'Shadow's' blind spot, he crouched low and drew the sword from his waist, slashing towards the 'Shadow's' body. The blade slid out of its scabbard with a clear, ringing sound. Wind, twisted into turbulent clouds and mist, wrapped around the blade, seemingly forming white blade patterns. It was too fast to see the blade itself, only the arc of light, and the piercing whooshing sound was like a wailing banshee in the wind.
A very strong swordsman and samurai. Especially after obtaining that chakra blade.
But...
"Of all places, you just had to be behind me."
Accompanying the 'Shadow's' sigh, the shadow-transformed blade lightly slashed out.
"..."
The Prajñā Squad leader's body remained frozen in the stance of a full-force drawn sword slash, but his mask suddenly split cleanly in two with a snap from his brow to his chin. After silently sliding off, a straight line of blood gradually widened and lengthened across the man's face beneath the mask...
Pfft!!
Blood seemed to burst forth as if breaking a critical threshold, and the two halves of his body fell to either side.
Nagato remained completely motionless throughout, for he now had a basic understanding of his "partner's" strength. He simply raised his hand towards the chakra blade, and using Universal Pull, drew it into his grasp.
"This sword is good," Nagato said softly.
"It's yours," the 'Shadow' replied with a smile. Nagato, who never used a sword, choosing one now, already indicated a psychological shift. Out of hatred and anger towards Uchiha Madara, even these Rinnegan disgusted him somewhat.
In the distance, seeing the two casually chatting as if no one else were there, Yugito Nii's pupils constricted. But just as she signaled the other Cloud ninjas and was about to charge forward—
"Enough, I'm truly tired of killing." The 'Shadow' suddenly raised his hand, pointing in another direction, and said helplessly, "The exit is over there, not over here. Stop coming here to die."
At these words, the crowd, which had been either trembling in fear or itching for action, suddenly froze, staring dumbfounded at the 'Shadow'.
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