Scorching

It was worth noting that as early as when Pakura had raised that "sun" high overhead, the companions who had come with her had already sensed that something was wrong.

They each used the movement techniques they excelled at, retreating at a speed beyond ordinary imagination. They did not stop until they had reached a safe area far from the battlefield.

They knew full well how terrifying this technique was. With even the slightest carelessness, being brushed by its aftershock could condemn them to eternal ruin.

"Huff... huff..." After using this powerful secret technique, Pakura's face instantly turned pale as paper. Gasping for breath, she weakly gave the order, "Sealing Team, move quickly! Shukaku isn't dead yet!"

Before her words had even faded, two Sunagakure shinobi swiftly formed a series of complex hand seals.

As they moved, a path that could be safely walked upon miraculously emerged across the ground that had been flowing with scorching "lava."

The Sealing Team members carried heavy sealing scrolls on their backs as they raced along the newly opened path toward the center.

At the center, the upper half of Shukaku's enormous body had already been completely melted away.

Yet as the "lava" gradually spread outward, they discovered in surprise—

a vast amount of sand was hidden within it, continuously radiating extremely intense and unstable Chakra fluctuations.

With their companions' coordinated assistance, the Sealing Team successfully created several safe footholds in key positions.

Although only five Sealing Team members remained, their Fuinjutsu was more than enough to seal the Shukaku before them.

Maki, Pakura's prized disciple, stepped forward and skillfully formed hand seals.

At the same time, an enormous cloth scroll suddenly unrolled and shot straight toward the restless mass of sand.

But the moment the cloth wrapped around the sand, a wildly violent