The moment Samui met Sen's terrifying eyes, her hand loosened involuntarily.
In an instant, even the village's most precious sacred artifact, the [Golden String], was effortlessly seen through by Sen and rendered useless.
And once the meat grinder of battle started, there was no mercy left to be found.
Sen and Orochimaru showed no mercy either. To them, these were enemies who sought to kill them.
After two agonizing hours of fierce battle, the once lush green hillside no longer held a single patch of clean ground to stand on.
Mangled corpses carpeted the earth, and warm blood gathered into streams, staining the soil a glaring crimson.
Broken blades lay amid scorched earth, as though countless red flowers called "death" had bloomed across the hillside.
Kumogakure's ninjas continued charging, but their movements visibly slowed.
The excessive depletion of chakra left them gasping for breath, while the constant deaths of their comrades relentlessly wore down their spirits.
Yet just as they were about to collapse, they finally saw hope.
That demon-like Uchiha Sen—his Susanoo's indestructible green armor had begun to dim, and the frequency of its attacks had clearly fallen!
"Hold on a little longer!" Samui shouted with all her strength, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Their chakra is nearly exhausted too! The enemy has slowed down! If we hold out a little longer, we'll—"
Before she could say the word "win," her voice seemed to be seized by an invisible hand and abruptly cut off.
Because she saw Sen, standing at the center of the battlefield, calmly pull a—summoning scroll from his robes after repelling a wave of attacks.
With a soft bang, a massive blade wrapped in strange bandages, squirming continuously like a living creature, appeared in his hand.
The moment the blade appeared, it gave off a delighted