"Where did that thunder come from? Are they setting off firecrackers? Why is it so loud?" Moriyue knelt on one knee and turned his head aside. The battle he had just gone through had been unimaginably dangerous. In the final second, he had still come out on top, defeating his opponent with the opponent's own move. But that guy had fled quickly and vanished soon afterward.
Deidara rode his giant bird through the skies at high speed. The surrounding clouds and air currents made it hard for him to breathe, while the cold wind slashed across his face like blades. He truly had not understood Kakashi's move just now.
After using Fire Dragon Tornado to draw all those bombs together, that guy... seemed to have twisted space?
At first, he had arrogantly believed that his opponent was nothing special. No one could withstand his "art." If someone could, it only meant the yield of his "art" was not high enough.
But when those people below broke through his bombs again and again, he realized that he could not afford to stay careless.
If he kept this up and lost, it would be far too embarrassing. A strategic retreat was nothing to be ashamed of.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Deidara decisively prepared to retreat. Deva Path had already made a move, so there was no need for him to keep entangling himself here.
"So this is your so-called art?" Gaara stood on the ground and looked into the sky. His words stung Deidara somewhat. Under normal circumstances, they would have been an enormous insult to him, yet he merely gritted his teeth slightly without any intention of stopping.
But the weather was unpredictable. The once-clear sky was now churning with dark clouds, and fierce winds howled through the air.