Boom boom boom!!!
The massive fireball hurtled towards the barrier, crashing into it like a wave hitting a reef, exploding with a deafening roar. The scorching flames slid down the smooth barrier walls, failing to budge it in the slightest!
The Iwa ninja who rushed forward slashed at the barrier with their Kunai and Ninja Blade, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound. The enormous recoil caused their hands to split open, their weapons to fall from their hands, and they felt as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.
They screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the rock walls or the ground, the sound of bones cracking clearly audible!
Despair, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed the hearts of all the Iwa ninja.
Their strongest attacks couldn't even break through the opponent's defenses! This was a battle on a completely different level!
The opponent's strength far surpasses that of an ordinary ninja!
Yakushi Nonō's pupils contracted sharply.
The moment the Northern Dipper Sage's barrier opened, she moved!
It's not an attack, it's a retreat!
Her body, like a weightless willow catkin, drifted backward at an incredible speed, her target the narrow escape passage leading to a complex rock crevice behind the stronghold!
Years of espionage experience taught her that in the face of such absolute power, any resistance was futile, and the only way to survive was to escape!
Utilize the complex terrain!
Yakushi Nonō has encountered such crises more than once, but she has always managed to turn danger into safety, thanks to her caution and decisiveness.
Her movements were as fast as a ghost; almost at the same time the barrier opened and the Iwa ninja was sent flying backward, she had already retreated to the entrance of the passage.
Just one more step forward, and she could slip into the crevice and escape the stronghold quickly!
However, just as she was about to enter the tunnel...
The Asura in the arena turned his head slightly, and a red light suddenly shone from his left eye beneath the white Three-Eyed Fox Mask!
That wasn't a scarlet Sharingan, but a more eerie and purer blood-red light!
Like boiling blood, or like burning lava!
Red Eye - Open!
An invisible, disruptive force specifically targeting perception and vision suddenly erupts!
The world before Yakushi Nonō's eyes suddenly blurred! The familiar rocky entrance to the passage twisted and deformed in her eyes in an instant!
My sense of direction was completely distorted; the entrance, which was so close, seemed to have been pulled to the horizon!
A strong wave of dizziness hit her brain, causing her rapidly moving body to lose its balance and stumble.
It was that fatal, less than half a second of delay!
The moment Asura appeared behind Yakushi Nonō as she ran after him, he Body Flicker Technique behind her!
A large hand wearing a black fingerless glove, like an iron clamp, with an irresistible force, suddenly gripped Yakushi Nonō's slender yet surprisingly strong wrist!
His other hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely gripping the back of her neck!
Yakushi Nonō felt an overwhelming force coming at her, her wrists and the back of her neck were restrained, and her chakra was instantly suppressed and sealed by a cold and violent alien energy!
His body felt as if it were bound by invisible chains, and all his skills and strength seemed pale and powerless against that iron hand.
She turned her head sharply and came face to face with the white Three-Eyed Fox Mask that was so close it seemed to be crying.
The mask's cold touch seemed to be pressed against her cheek, and deep within the empty eye sockets, two points of scarlet light seemed to flicker.
"Don't move." That cold, emotionless voice whispered in my ear.
Nonō's body froze completely, her will to resist vanishing under absolute suppression.
She closed her eyes resignedly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Years of living a life of constant danger had taught her that struggling now would only lead to death.
The stronghold was deathly silent.
The surviving Iwa ninjas stared in disbelief at everything that had happened, watching the mysterious and powerful Asura easily subdue a medical ninja amidst the encirclement of more Iwagakure Ninja a dozen of them. Menma gripped the back of Yakushi Nonō's neck, ignoring the horrified gazes around him, his eyes sweeping across the stronghold.
The barrier of the Northern Dipper Sage still emitted a faint light, isolating them from the outside and cutting off all their courage to resist.
Even the Iwagakure was now slumped on the ground, watching helplessly as the other party captured the female medical ninja. He even breathed cautiously, afraid of attracting the attention of the killing god.
Yakushi Nonō seemed to have resigned herself to her fate; her body no longer struggled at all, she simply closed her eyes, her face pale.
However, just as Menma was about to activate the Flying Thunder God Technique to leave, Nonō seemed to sense something, or rather, it was the instinct of a top spy that allowed her to detect something unusual in this desperate situation.
"You—" Beneath her slightly panicked face, her eyeballs seemed to shift slightly.
She felt it; the hand gripping the back of her neck, while suppressing her chakra, seemed to possess an indescribable, immense, and intense heat, as if originating from the very source of life.
Asura shocked her even more was that, at such close range, through the subtle angle of the empty eye sockets of the mask, she seemed to catch a fleeting glimpse of crimson on its buttocks?
The color wasn't the mask's natural white or dark red; it looked more like the Sharingan?
The thought exploded in her mind like a thunderclap!
Asura?
Possessing the Sharingan? How is that possible?!
The immense shock almost made her open her eyes uncontrollably.
However, she didn't have the chance to observe it more closely.
Menma gave her no time to investigate or think; the Flying Thunder God Technique was activated instantly!
The eerie black figure, along with the restrained female Iwagakure medical ninja and the massive Northern Dipper Sage Barrier, vanished into thin air as if wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving all the Iwagakure Ninja in the base in a daze.
All that remained were the devastation, the still-shaken Iwa ninja, and the cold wind howling past the stronghold, whipping up Sajin.
After a long while, until the suffocating oppressive feeling in the air slowly dissipated, the Iwagakure inside the base was the first to stand up.
But a deeper fear, known as " Asura," remained in his heart.
Star City, inside the underground prison.
Menma pushed open the iron gate, Uchiha Hikari hurriedly closed a book.
"You stay here and don't think about escaping." Menma Yakushi Nonō, whose chakra points were sealed by him, was thrown into a cell.
In the cell next door, Hiruko huddled in the corner, trembling, her hands wrapped around her knees, seemingly still not recovered from the genjutsu of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Hmm?" Menma noticed that Uchiha Hikari's face was slightly flushed and couldn't help but ask, "Why is your face so red?"
"Nothing, nothing. Why did you get back so quickly?" Uchiha Hikari's eyes flickered as he tried to hide the book in his hand.
My gaze drifted to the covered book, where the words " XX Paradise " were faintly visible.