The Death of Hiruzen Sarutobi

"This is... the nature transformation of Yin Release and Yang Release?" Tobirama stared at the Black Receivers in his body, analyzing them quickly.

"No, that's not right. It's not entirely the nature transformation of Yin Release and Yang Release... Those two... who exactly are they?"

The young Orochimaru's cold, handsome face finally changed in that instant.

"A jutsu that suppresses Impure World Reincarnation?!" His golden slit pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands, which had been maintaining the hand seal, slowly lowered as well.

He could clearly feel the summoning link of Impure World Reincarnation between himself and Hashirama and Tobirama being brutally severed and disrupted by some powerful force.

Not only that, the Black Receivers piercing through their bodies were endlessly and frantically eroding their reincarnated forms.

The dust and fragments that made up Hashirama's and Tobirama's bodies had actually begun to disperse at the places where the Black Receivers pierced them.

This was not the slow restoration after being wounded by Hiruzen Sarutobi earlier. They were turning bit by bit into the most primitive particles of dust, drifting away with the wind, no longer able to gather together.

Impure World Reincarnation's proudest features—the "immortal body" and "infinite chakra"—were like ice beneath the blazing sun before these eerie Black Receivers, rapidly melting away.

"Even Impure World Reincarnation is being suppressed... Could those two be Asura's enemies?" Orochimaru suddenly recalled the enemies from beyond the heavens that Asura had once mentioned.

Hashirama, pinned to the tree, saw Orochimaru's deep-in-thought expression and assumed that Orochimaru still had not given up on controlling them.

"It's useless, Orochimaru." Hashirama lowered his head and looked at the ever-expanding area of "dustification" on his chest, a magnanimous, bitter smile appearing on his face.

"This power... has already touched the rules of 'creating life and death.'"

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