After planting the Curse Mark, these people had a high chance of dying. But surviving meant they possessed decent talent, and whoever emerged alive after slaughtering the others would undoubtedly have the best talent.
Everyone below had unleashed the power of the Curse Mark, the power Orochimaru had granted them. To survive on this battlefield, they had no choice but to do so. Orochimaru watched the slaughter below as lives were snuffed out one after another, yet his expression did not change in the slightest. Too weak. They were all far too weak. Compared to Sasuke, they were all utterly lacking, not even qualified to become Orochimaru's vessel. But his body could no longer hold on.
After a while, only one person remained. He panted softly.
Orochimaru walked over to him. The man looked at Orochimaru and gave a carefree smile. "I can become your vessel, but can you promise to let my clansmen go?"
The corners of Orochimaru's mouth curled into a smile. "No problem. I agree." The moment he finished speaking, Orochimaru transformed into a White Scale snake and burrowed into the Curse Mark on the man's neck.
"Aah!!" The man let out a miserable scream, clutching his head as he dropped to one knee. His body trembled without end. When it was finally over, the trembling stopped. He lowered his arm and slowly stood up. When he opened his eyes again, they had become vertical golden pupils, cold and utterly merciless.
At last, Tsunade and Shizune finished Rock Lee's operation. The two of them let out a breath of relief. They had successfully completed the surgery.
"You must be tired too. Come on, let's get something to eat. We can talk over the meal." Chen Fan smiled at Tsunade and Shizune.
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