"No!"
"Monsters!!"
"Lord Kushimaru Kuriarare!"
"Water Release: Water... Aah!!"
No ninjutsu was unleashed—only primal slaughter.
Tough claws and immortal bodies were their most powerful weapons.
Against undead monsters with tremendous speed and strength, beheading them or severing their limbs was meaningless. The demons would cling to their enemies at any cost.
Suicidal assaults were stupid, but extremely effective.
Their fearless killing intent struck fear into the Kirigakure Ninja.
Every Kirigakure Ninja caught by a demon was torn to pieces. Before they could even form hand seals, their arms would be ripped off.
A single claw swipe could tear open their chests. Their organs and blood were squeezed out in exaggerated columns of gore, spraying against the walls and ceiling like high-pressure jets before raining down like a showerhead and splattering at their feet.
Amid that rain of blood, roars, cracking bones, and anguished screams never ceased for even a moment!
The roles of hunter and prey had never changed from beginning to end.
Even if the prey had fled into the forest it knew best!
"The Undead Legion."
Watching the demons charge and slaughter through the bloody rain, Yun Chuan's lips curled into a satisfied smile. They weren't strong enough to regenerate endlessly, but they also lacked the weaknesses of eating humans and fearing sunlight.
If the amount of "blood" had not been limited, he would have wanted to create thousands—tens of thousands—of "demons."
With an army like this, he could accomplish far more.
Only then did he truly have the foundation to establish himself in the ninja world.
Only then did he truly possess a foundation of his own.
Bang!!
At the same time.
Kushimaru Kuriarare clenched his sharp teeth and stood back-to-back with the Kirigakure Ninja, occasionally using the long sword Nuibari to kill or drive back the