"Tap!"
Amid the chaotic, noisy sounds of people landing, one particularly heavy footstep struck the ground.
It was over!
There was no time to retreat! Dodai's right eye widened as he stared fixedly at a point slightly above and directly ahead of him. Though there was nothing there, the horror and despair on his face made it clear that he was facing a life-or-death predicament. The direction he watched was precisely where the finger-sized hole in the smoke screen spun.
Then, the moment despair crossed his mind, the skin between his brows suddenly twisted, rotating in the same direction as that spinning hole!
At once, searing pain and the hard, icy sensation of something touching him reached him.
Just as expected!
Yet at that moment, a bitter smile crossed Dodai's lips.
Too slow! Far too slow! Their retreat had been too slow! They simply weren't on the same level in terms of speed!
Whether in helplessness or despair, that thought flashed through his mind. He had noticed it and issued the order as quickly as possible, and his comrades had carried it out at the fastest speed possible.
But it was still too late. The attack had come too quickly, far beyond the speed at which they could evade it!
And this time, it would not only cost Dodai his life. Most of the comrades behind him—Kumogakure's elite—might be finished as well. In other words, Kumogakure's prospects in this war would be finished along with them!
If it were only his own life, then so be it. Death meant nothing.
The reason he felt helpless, the reason he despaired, was entirely because Kumogakure's elite were about to be wiped out! Once the rear battlefield was annihilated, the forces on the front battlefield would be caught between attacks from both sides,