The battle that had broken out in Kusagakure was still raging.
As a village second only to the Five Great Shinobi Villages, Kusagakure had plenty of shinobi fighting back, even after being caught by surprise and betrayed by every member of its ruling leadership.
The Grass Flower faction's strength had also come into play at this crucial moment.
Hirayama Ichiro, an Elder who had been forced out of Kusagakure's inner circle of power, had immediately lifted the villagers' spirits with his appearance, barely managing to steady the panicked Grass Shinobi.
Ryūran, Ryūsetsuna, and the other shinobi of the Grass Flower faction were busy setting up defensive lines and evacuating ordinary villagers.
On the ridge of a burning high-rise building,
Kokushibo, Upper Moon Two, clad in a haori with a long sword at his waist, watched everything coldly. Contempt flashed in his eyes from time to time.
The demons who had been raised on blood in the cellars might possess strength comparable to that of an Upper Moon demon, but their experience, skill, and even intelligence were far inferior to those of the true Upper Moon demons, who had accumulated decades or even centuries of experience through one Rank Replacement Blood Battle after another.
"Useless."
Seeing the Grass Shinobi, despite losing their leaders, gradually organize themselves and launch a counterattack against the demons, Kokushibo couldn't help shaking his head.
Though seven demons had been sent to deal with Konoha's Reconnaissance Squad, the remaining dozen or so demons, along with the seven or eight Grass Shinobi Elders from the Grass Fruit faction who had become demons, should have had no trouble dealing with an unprepared Kusagakure. Yet somehow, things had turned out like this.
Whoosh.
Just then, a Grass Shinobi Elder who had become a demon landed in front of Kokushibo. "My