Nuclear Style: Startling the Enemy's Blood Shadow Remnants

Haotian's Nuclear Style Kekkei Genkai was no longer a secret.

The intelligence systems of the Iwa Ninja and Sand Shinobi had long since recorded his name and abilities, even ranking the priority of hunting him very high.

However, they still underestimated Haotian's influence in large-scale warfare.

On the battlefield, the disbelieving roars of the enemy echoed, filled with shock and fear, like the death cries of wild beasts.

"What is this?!" an Iwa Ninja Jonin screamed in agony, feeling his Chakra being drained as if by a pump, his strength vanishing like a receding tide.

His companions, the Chunin and Genin beside him, collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, convulsing, strange red spots appearing on their skin.

The charging Iwa Ninja and Sand Shinobi forces were cut in half as if by a scythe, the weak falling rapidly, their blood staining the yellow sand.

The surviving Jonin struggled to hold on, but they clearly felt their Chakra draining and their bodies acting strangely.

In contrast, on the Konohagakure side, the ninjas' taut nerves instantly lifted upon seeing this scene, their morale soaring, and their attack speed increasing.

The Kunai and Shuriken in their hands fell like rain, reaping enemy lives.

Haotian's six-man squad moved through the battlefield like Death wielding his scythe.

They cooperated seamlessly, both offensively and defensively, each strike clean and decisive, without any hesitation.

Haotian calmly observed the battlefield situation and ordered, "Kakashi, Meihui, you two tie up the enemy Jonin. Everyone else prioritize clearing out the Chunin and Genin!"

"Understood!" Kakashi and Meihui accepted the order without hesitation, flashing forward to engage the enemy Jonin.

The remaining team members, like wolves descending upon a flock, wielded blades that glinted with cold light, taking countless lives.

The surrounding Konohagakure ninjas, hearing Haotian's command, quickly spread the tactic, and the entire battlefield situation instantly became more orderly.

Seeing the Konohagakure ninjas around him obeying his orders so readily, a hint of confusion arose in Haotian's heart.

This feeling of being treated as a commander seemed out of place with his previous identity as a newcomer.

"Why..." he murmured, about to ponder further, when a burning sensation surged from within him...

Haotian took a deep breath, scarlet Chakra churning around him like boiling magma.

The air distorted, an indescribable heatwave sweeping out, instantly withering the surrounding vegetation into ash.

His eyes were closed, his skin glowing with a crimson light, sweat evaporating into mist, enveloping him.

"Buzz—"

A low hum emanated from Haotian's body, like the roar of an ancient beast.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with dazzling golden light.

A massive surge of energy erupted from his body, forming a blinding cluster of radiation particles that slammed into the heart of the enemy ranks.

Within a radius of two hundred meters, it instantly became a dead zone.

The radiation particles, like insidious venom, infiltrated the enemy ninjas' bodies, frantically destroying their cells and Chakra.

Screams erupted one after another, but quickly faded, replaced by a chilling silence.

Outside the radiation zone, the intensity gradually weakened but was still enough to inflict immense damage on the ninjas.

Those Iwa Ninja and Sand Shinobi who narrowly escaped clutched their chests in pain, their skin covered in grotesque red patches, their Chakra draining like a breached dam.

They looked at Haotian in terror.

Haotian frowned slightly, feeling the rapid depletion of Chakra within him.

A single strike had consumed over ten percent of his Chakra.

He scanned his surroundings; Konohagakure ninjas had formed a tight defensive line, protecting him in the center.

They valiantly repelled the red-eyed Iwa Ninja and Sand Shinobi charging at him, using their own lives to buy him time.

"Haotian! Watch out for the puppet!"

A fierce shout rang out, and the figure of Hayano Kawamiya flashed past like lightning, his Kunai precisely shattering a rapidly approaching puppet.

Wood chips flew, and Hayano Kawamiya landed steadily in front of Haotian, warily scanning the surroundings.

Haotian smiled slightly at him, "Thanks, Kawamiya. When this is over, I'll treat you and Iruka to drinks."

"Tch, who cares about your drinks," Hayano Kawamiya retorted dismissively, though a flicker of relief crossed his eyes.

At this moment, a silver light flashed...

The silver light flickered, Raikiri tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.

Kakashi's figure became a blur on the battlefield, each flash taking an enemy life.

Lightning Style Chakra condensed in his hand into a high-density plasma, emitting a blinding white light, like lightning splitting the night sky.

"Raikiri!" Kakashi grunted, his Raikiri piercing the chest of another Iwa Ninja.

Blood splattered, staining Kakashi's forehead protector.

However, just as he was about to retract his Raikiri, another Sand Ninja launched a sneak attack from the side, a sharp Kunai slicing across his left arm.