Pakura's nostrils twitched, and her brows lifted slightly.
The blood stung her nose, carrying a strange chemical odor that seemed like formalin.
"Damn woman."
Hiruko clutched his forehead as blood seeped between his fingers. He shouted furiously.
If he hadn't been saved at the last second, he would have had his throat slit by Pakura.
Boom! Boom!
Just then, Sasori burst out of the ground.
His sharp, snake-like eyes fixed on Pakura, scrutinizing her like a hunter sizing up its prey.
As Sasori sized up Pakura, she was doing the same to him.
He was skilled in Puppet Technique, and his chakra far surpassed that of an ordinary jonin. It was comparable to the Fourth Kazekage's.
The swaying scorpion tail behind him suddenly made Pakura realize something. She exclaimed in shock, "Sasori of the Red Sands?"
Meanwhile,
Neji deactivated Tenseigan Chakra Mode and drifted down from the sky.
Using Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion against the Sand shinobi had been like cutting through vegetables.
Dozens of bodies lay scattered across the sand. The golden desert had been stained dark red with blood, and the stench lingered in the air.
"Hm?"
Neji suddenly looked puzzled.
After the one-sided battle, he had used up more than half of the chakra he'd absorbed, yet he felt even more energetic than before the fight.
"Dragon Vein chakra?" Neji narrowed his eyes.
The Dragon Vein had absorbed the power of the earth for many years, inheriting its tremendous ability to recover.
That meant that whenever Neji used Dragon Vein chakra, he was constantly healing.
Of course, this healing ability couldn't compare to that of Senju Hashirama, who had been born with the body of the Sage, or Tsunade, who had activated the Strength of a Hundred Technique.
He would have to test it in battle to