The storm over the snowfield seemed to grow even fiercer. Deep in its midst, it was sometimes impossible to tell east from west, up from down.
Following Kokushibo as he galloped on all fours like a beast, Shinji didn't have to worry about losing his way.
Judging by the blood trails along the way and the rotten clumps of cells scattered here and there, Kokushibo's body was still being ravaged by the Type Four Aging Potion.
"With that much blood loss, a normal person would've died a hundred times over!" After remarking on it, Shinji made another estimate. "Let's see... It's been almost fifteen minutes since the potion was injected!"
The expression on Shinji's face relaxed a little.
Fifteen minutes wasn't a long time, but it wasn't short, either. If even a high-ranking demon like Kokushibo, the "Upper Moon Two," couldn't metabolize the Type Four Aging Potion within fifteen minutes, then that at least proved one thing: the mysterious person known as the Demon King would be affected by the potion to some degree, too.
But Shinji quickly refocused and continued the pursuit.
He clearly couldn't let his guard down just yet. Only after confirming the full extent of the damage the Type Four Aging Potion would inflict on Kokushibo's body could he determine whether the potion had been successfully optimized.
Meanwhile.
The storm raging across the snowfield was also disrupting Sasuke and the Fourth Raikage's battle.
The Fourth Raikage wasn't a visual bloodline ninja, and his opponent was a mysterious, powerful member of the Akatsuki Organization. With the blizzard obstructing his vision, he didn't dare act too recklessly, no matter how unwilling he was to hold back.
Taking advantage of the moment, Sasuke leaped away, using the snowstorm to escape the Fourth Raikage.
"As expected of the Raikage. His