Hidan's headless body twitched a few times on the ground, then went completely limp, only the wound in his abdomen still seeping blood.
And yet the head that had rolled onto the sand did not die at once.
Hidan's eyes were still moving, his mouth opening and closing, and he actually let out an enraged, deranged roar. "Damn it! Damn it all!!!"
"Sasori! Where the hell did you run off to, you bastard?! Get over here and save me!!! Cut this stinking woman's head off! I'm going to offer her to Lord Evil God! Hurry!!!"
Even with only a head left, he could still talk, still think, still curse with such force!
The strangeness of that immortal body made one's skin crawl.
Yukimi looked at the head that was still screaming abuse nonstop, her brows tightly furrowed as a chill of disgust ran through her heart.
What kind of monster was this?
His head had fallen off, and he still was not dead?!
Did this count as dealing with him?
At the very least, he had lost control of his body and could not pose a threat for the moment—
But Yukimi had no time to think it through, and no time to deal with Hidan's nauseating head.
Because denser footsteps and clacking impacts were coming from the other side of the forest, closing in fast!
Yukimi whipped her head around, her pupils suddenly contracting.
Under the moonlight, over a hundred humanoid puppets in dark-red robes surged out from the shadows of the woods like a tide, quickly spreading apart to form a loose encirclement.
And at the center of those puppets, that hunched figure was slowly walking over.
Sasori of the Red Sands!
At the same time, Yukimi noticed that beside Sasori, in addition to the enormous Ibuse puppet,