His entire body was covered in a layer of fine scales that shimmered with a cold, icy light. Although they looked similar to those of a snake, there were clear differences, and they did not fully possess the characteristics of a snake.
His face was even more twisted and ferocious, as if his features had been kneaded together by some invisible force into an extremely bizarre shape. It bore none of the normal appearance of a human face.
Furthermore, if one carefully observed his unique overall form, one would find that he was unlike the common snake clans and absolutely not one of the dragons spoken of in legend. He seemed like a terrifying existence from some unknown world.
Just then, the humanoid monster opened his mouth and let out a sharp, ear-piercing cry. "Hiss—"
The sound was just like the hooting of a night owl in the dead of night, mournful and sinister, sending chills down one's spine.
Then, he fixed his eyes, which radiated a dim, cold light, on Orochimaru and slowly asked, "You... are a variant of Lord Orochimaru, aren't you?"
Upon hearing this, Orochimaru's brows drew tightly together as he thought to himself, What exactly is this guy's background? How does he know my identity? And how did he find this place so accurately...? No, I can't let him ruin my plans!
At that thought, his gaze grew even colder as he stared fixedly at the other party. At the same time, he unconsciously licked his lips.
"Who are you, exactly? Why have you appeared here?"
Orochimaru forced down his unease and demanded harshly.
Various countermeasures flashed rapidly through his mind. If he could not deal with this uninvited guest quickly, the White Zetsu he had worked so hard to find might very well fall into