Blood dyed the yellow sand red, while the injured filled the entire battlefield with their wails.
Su Xiao sat atop a pile of corpses. He pulled the Kunai from his arm and casually tossed it aside.
The battle between the thirty-thousand-strong White Zetsu army and twenty thousand ninja had lasted six hours and fifty minutes—nearly seven hours. In the end, fewer than two hundred White Zetsu remained. The ninja side had also suffered devastating casualties. Aside from the more than one hundred ninja who escaped, nearly twenty thousand had been left on the battlefield forever.
Su Xiao had originally thought that three White Zetsu could kill one Chunin, but it seemed that wasn't the case. Ninja were far too ineffective in a chaotic battle.
What surprised him somewhat was that the more than one hundred ninja who escaped had erupted with astonishing combat power. A squad of only one hundred had actually wiped out nearly three hundred pursuing White Zetsu. Of course, they had paid a heavy price for it.
The desert at that moment could only be described as a sea of corpses. If the battle continued like this, the Ninja Allied Forces would definitely be the first to collapse.
White Zetsu clones weren't afraid of death at all. Their concept of death was weak. Ninja were different. Once the situation became sufficiently unfavorable, they would flee immediately.
"So, you're planning to die rather than submit?"
Su Xiao rose from the corpse pile. He had been fighting for nearly seven hours, and during that time he had lost count of how many ninja he had killed.
A female ninja was kneeling on the ground, her arms pinned behind her by two White Zetsu.
"Ptui."
The female ninja tried to raise her head and spit at Su Xiao, but her