"Tsk, when it comes to calling for help, you're really something else."
Yang Jiu couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration as he saw Orochimaru directly preparing to use his trump card, Edo Tensei.
However—
He wasn't about to give Orochimaru that chance.
The moment the words left his mouth.
Boom!!!
Yang Jiu instantly transformed into a streak of golden lightning and vanished from his spot!
Orochimaru's pupils constricted violently.
Too fast!
His Edo Tensei was only halfway through and hadn't been fully completed yet—
A streak of golden lightning had already exploded beside him!
Yang Jiu's ten-meter-tall form appeared out of thin air, standing less than five meters away from Orochimaru!
Those eyes, burning with golden flames, looked down at him from above.
"Sorry—"
A cold arc curved at the corner of Yang Jiu's mouth.
"I don't have time to wait for you to call your boys."
The next second.
Golden lightning surged frantically from his body!
Rumble—!!!
Countless golden lightning dragons shot out from him, centering on his position and instantly enveloping an area of several hundred meters!
Those lightning dragons were as thick as mountains and as violent as divine punishment; wherever they passed, space was torn into countless pitch-black rifts!
The earth trembled!
The sky wailed!
The ground was plowed over and over by the lightning dragons; hard rocks were instantly pulverized into dust, and ravines tens of meters deep crisscrossed the land as if the apocalypse had arrived!
The technique beneath Orochimaru's feet turned directly to ash the moment the golden lightning touched it!
The corpses used for the Edo Tensei, along with the swirling paper slips, were instantly swallowed by the lightning dragons and blown to bits!
As for Orochimaru himself—
He tried his best to prop up a Chakra barrier in front of him, but it didn't even last for a second.
Boom!!!
He was hit head-on by a lightning dragon, sent flying like a broken kite. He smashed through several boulders, plowed a deep trench hundreds of meters long into the ground, and was finally embedded deep into a small hill!
The mountainside exploded, and falling rocks buried him!
The lightning gradually receded.
Yang Jiu stood in place, his ten-meter-tall body faintly visible through the dust and smoke.
Golden electric arcs still danced around him, leaving tiny black cracks in the air with every spark.
He looked down at his feet—the original Gobi desert had turned into a charred giant crater. Within a radius of several hundred meters, not a single blade of grass survived, and not even a whole stone could be found.
He raised his head and looked toward the hill where Orochimaru was buried.
"This kind of map-clearing move is still the best."
The corners of Yang Jiu's mouth curled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction.
"It saves them from using Substitution Jutsu to swap around constantly; it's a pain in the neck."
He set off, walking toward the pile of rubble.
Rumble—
The pile of rubble suddenly burst open.
A charred hand reached out from within, pushing away the stones pressing down on it.
Following that, Orochimaru slowly crawled out.
His appearance—
Was tragic.
Simply too tragic.
His originally pale skin was now charred black by the electricity, emitting a faint burnt aroma. That white kimono was already tattered, revealing the similarly charred skin beneath.
The most tragic part was that long hair.
His originally smooth, silky, straight black hair that would make countless women jealous had now become an exaggerated explosive afro, with every strand sticking out and emitting wisps of blue smoke.
He had gone from Snake Auntie to Old Lady Snake.
"Cough, cough—"
Orochimaru coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, which even contained tiny electric arcs.
He looked up, those golden snake-like eyes fixing on Yang Jiu.
Even though he was in such a wretched state, he was actually still smiling.
The corner of his mouth hooked up as he extended his long tongue, licking his equally charred lips.
"So powerful..."
His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, yet it carried a morbid sense of satisfaction.
"I lost..."
—
In the distance, Manda, slumped in the giant crater, suddenly twitched.
Manda wasn't dead yet.
It struggled to lift its head, and from its shattered skull, its sole remaining golden vertical pupil looked toward Yang Jiu.
Its gaze was filled with absolute terror.
The kind of fear that was carved into its very bones.
In all its years of living as one of the Three Great Snake Princesses of Ryūchi Cave, when had it ever suffered like this?
A claw shattered its skull, a lightning blade severed its tail, and then a lightning storm scoured the earth.
From beginning to end, it didn't even have a chance to counterattack.
Manda's body trembled slightly.
But it didn't leave immediately.
It struggled to twist its broken body, inching toward Orochimaru. Its several-dozen-meter-long snake body dragged a deep trench into the ground, spilling blood all along the way.
Finally, it reached Orochimaru's side.
Lowering its head, it stared intently at its wretched summoner with its one remaining eye.
"Orochimaru..."
Its voice was hoarse and weak, yet it still carried that arrogance carved into its bones.
"Don't forget... my food..."
"One hundred... no, two hundred living humans..."
"If you're short by even one, I won't agree..."
Orochimaru looked up at the dying giant snake, a smile curling on his lips.
"Don't worry, you'll get what's yours."
Manda took one last look at Yang Jiu.
In that glance, there was fear, resentment, and a hint of... relief.
Relief that it was still alive.
The next second.
Poof—!!!
A massive cloud of white smoke exploded.
Manda's mangled, several-dozen-meter-long body disappeared into the smoke.
On the Gobi desert, only a mess remained along with the thick scent of blood.
Leaning against the rubble, Orochimaru looked in the direction Manda had disappeared and suddenly laughed out loud.
"Cough, cough... hehe..."
In the laughter, there was madness, helplessness, and a hint of... a complexity even he couldn't explain.
Standing to the side, Yang Jiu watched this scene, a playful glint flashing in his golden eyes.
"Two hundred living humans?"
He spoke indifferently.
"That summoning beast of yours has quite an appetite."
Orochimaru turned his head to look at him.
On that charred face, the smile remained.
"It has always been like that..."
He murmured.
"But after today, it should probably restrain itself a bit."
Yang Jiu raised an eyebrow, not continuing that topic.
He looked down at the man before him who was in an utterly wretched state yet still smiling.
"So—"
His voice was calm.
"You lost."
Leaning against the rubble, Orochimaru looked up at him.
On that charred face, the smile remained.
"Yes."
He nodded, his tone as nonchalant as if he were merely admitting the result of a game.
Then, he looked up, light flickering in those golden snake eyes.
"However—"
He paused.
"If I were to serve you, could you... give me a bit of your blood?"
Yang Jiu looked at him.
He looked at the undisguised greed in the depths of this mad scientist's eyes.
Even like this, he still refused to give up.
Manda was nearly beaten to death, and he himself had been shocked into a burnt afro, looking like this mess—
And he was still thinking about his research.
Yang Jiu couldn't help but laugh.
"I can."
Orochimaru's eyes suddenly lit up.
Seeing him like this, Yang Jiu's smile deepened.
Even if he gave Orochimaru a drop of blood for research, what would it matter?
Could the things researched possibly be more powerful than his original body?
If that were really the case, he might as well find a block of tofu and bash his head against it.
With the system in his possession.
And his current strength.
He truly didn't fear any schemes or plots.
"But I have a condition."
Yang Jiu spoke.
Orochimaru immediately replied: "Name it."
Yang Jiu looked down at him from his height.
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