The piercing wails continued.
Even heard from far away, those heart-rending screams were enough to make anyone's skin crawl and conjure up all kinds of horrifying images.
But the cold mist blocked their view, shrouding the entire battlefield. No one on the outskirts could see what was happening within.
In truth, both Itachi and Juzo Biwa's group on one end of the street, and Kakashi's group on the other, had plenty of ways to disperse the cold mist hanging over the long street.
A single high-level Wind Release Ninjutsu could clear it away, as long as they aimed in the right direction.
Yet, for some reason, neither side at either end of the street did so.
They simply watched the battlefield warily, listening to the wails coming from within and the occasional crack of shattering ice mirrors.
Unlike the Konoha side, which had no idea what was happening, Itachi had already formed several guesses.
But even he had been startled by the soft voice of the masked Akatsuki Organization member who had just controlled the red Susanoo.
Before this, he had several suspects in mind regarding the other person's identity.
But the moment he heard that clear, feminine voice, he was completely dumbfounded!
None of his suspects were women!
Even now, he couldn't think of a single female clanswoman who might have awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan and possessed such powerful Dojutsu.
On the battlefield shrouded in cold mist,
Shinji lowered his eyes and watched Doma slowly turn to ash before him.
"Phew..."
He let out a soft breath.
In a battlefield filled with cold mist, even a simple breath made his lungs sting, and his throat felt as if it were being scraped by a knife.
As a matter of fact,
Upper Moon demon Doma's strength had been somewhat beyond