The Final Strike!

Yan's fiery red hair truly turned into flames, blazing behind her head.

"I can transform too!"

As Yan burst from her cocoon, the surrounding temperature abruptly soared, forcing Torikaze to release cold air to counter it.

Both had assumed their strongest forms, signaling that this battle had reached its final stage.

To bring her strength to its peak, Yan withdrew her two Clones.

At her current level, she had no need to worry about being harassed by those two mosquitoes.

The embers she radiated alone could burn them to ashes.

Seeing that the Clones restraining them had vanished, the Tsuchikage and Kazekage immediately rushed back to provide support.

But from afar, they saw two massive forces of energy, one red and one blue, locked in confrontation. This was a battle they simply could not interfere in.

Torikaze caught sight of them from the corner of his eye and smiled faintly. "Tsuchikage, Kazekage, find yourselves a safe place first. Leave this battle to me."

How could the two of them dare refuse? They had enough sense to see that this was clearly not a battle they could join.

Rushing in recklessly would only be suicide.

"Hmph. Looks like they know their place."

Torikaze kept his eyes fixed on Yan, who looked like an angel of flame.

Yan did not dare let down her guard in the slightest. The two remained locked in a stalemate for a long while before Yan finally lost patience and launched the first attack.

Her claws, wreathed in blazing flames, slashed continuously at Torikaze, each strike seeming capable of tearing apart space itself.

Even Torikaze could not evade them easily. He could only keep blocking with Crane's Cry Sword while searching for an opening.

Finally, in the gap between Yan's attacks, Torikaze poured a massive amount of