At that moment, an arrogant voice came from midair:
"Vermin, enjoy this Star River Funeral!"
Before the words had faded, the meteor formation suddenly lit up as though infused with immense power. Carrying thunderous force, the meteors streaked toward Minato like shooting stars.
Faced with this sudden attack, Minato chose to drop straight to the ground.
After all, in a situation like this, he presented a much larger target in midair, while the ground was relatively safer.
However, the moment Minato landed, before he could steady himself, a mysterious force suddenly wrapped tightly around his legs.
He looked closely and saw black shadows coiling around his legs like venomous snakes, making it difficult for him to move.
Moreover, the surrounding area was already filled with shadows that light could not penetrate.
It could perhaps be said that this place had become a swamp of shadows.
Meteor Star and Dark Night's coordination was flawless, their cooperation seamless.
They had completely blocked Minato's vision while also restricting his mobility.
Such a tactical arrangement was clearly meant to kill Minato swiftly and decisively.
However, Minato's title of the "Yellow Flash" was by no means undeserved.
The Space-Time Ninjutsu he had mastered was the source of his true strength.
Over the past two and a half years, Minato had not merely sat in the Hokage's Office handling tedious government affairs.
In truth, he had been carrying out Senyo's plan, establishing a Planning Department within Konoha.
Through this Planning Department, Minato had successfully delegated a great deal of government work, freeing up ample time and energy for himself.
Everything he had done was for the sake of devoting himself wholeheartedly to training.
After such long and arduous training, just how far had Minato's strength advanced?
He lightly shook his cloak, and countless dazzling streaks of