Puppet Snake Shadow Battle Hokage

Amidst a battlefield shrouded in smoke and ravaged by war, the kicked-up dust resembled a heavy shroud, obscuring the sky and plunging it into dimness. Chiyo stood tall atop a high dirt mound, her aged body appearing even more frail against the fierce wind. However, her once clouded old eyes now gleamed with a chilling murderous intent, like a venomous snake coiled in the depths of darkness, poised to strike its prey with a fatal blow.

Her aged fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the intense excitement surging deep within her at the prospect of controlling her prey's life and death. The Chakra radiating from Haotian before her felt like a mysterious flame emitting an eerie glow, making her extremely uneasy. Within that crimson energy, she faintly sensed a toxin that filled her with dread, as if a single misstep would lead to its erosion and destruction. To prevent being affected by this terrifying radiation, she knew she had to eliminate this potential, immense threat as quickly as possible.

"Brat, your time has come..." Chiyo's hoarse voice echoed like an owl's cry in the dead of night, sharp and sinister, lingering in the air above the desolate battlefield, as if freezing the very atmosphere.

As her words fell, she slowly raised her right hand, her five fingers splayed like withered branches, each digit seemingly recounting the passage of time. In an instant, a strange and powerful Chakra fluctuation rippled outwards from her body. The surrounding air seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, solidifying instantly, making breathing difficult.

"Secret Technique: White Secret Skill: Chikamatsu Ten Puppets!" Chiyo whispered, her voice not loud but filled with power. Ten puppets clad in magnificent armor, like demons breaking free from the abyss of hell, roared out from a giant Scroll unfurled behind her. Each puppet exuded a chilling, powerful aura. In the dim light, their cold metal shells glinted with a faint, eerie glow, like messengers from hell, carrying an endless aura of death.

This was Sunagakure's ultimate puppet technique, Chiyo's renowned Zetsu family skill! The ten puppets hovered in the air, the weapons in their hands flashing with a cold, sharp light, like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, ready to tear Haotian to shreds at any moment.

Just as Chiyo was about to unleash her fatal blow, a figure appeared out of nowhere like a phantom, instantly blocking in front of Haotian. The newcomer had a pair of crimson snake eyes, flickering with a cold, eerie light. A ghastly, sinister smile played on his paper-white face. It was Orochimaru.

"Grandma Chiyo, your opponent is me." Orochimaru extended his long tongue, slowly licking his lips, his movements filled with strangeness and evil. His voice was hoarse and filled with excitement, as if savoring the upcoming battle feast. "I won't let you succeed." As soon as he finished speaking, he rapidly formed hand seals, and with a low cry, uttered, "Hidden Shadow Snake Hands!"

Instantly, countless thick venomous snakes surged forth like a black tide from Orochimaru's sleeves. These snakes writhed, their tongues flicking, emitting a chilling hiss as they lunged madly towards the puppets controlled by Chiyo. The dense swarm of snakes, like a black cloud of death, instantly enveloped a corner of the battlefield.

"Orochimaru, you..." Chiyo's face instantly turned ashen, her eyes filled with shock and anger. She never expected Orochimaru to intervene at this critical juncture, disrupting her entire plan.

"Hehehehe..." Orochimaru let out a cold laugh, the sound echoing across the battlefield like a devil's whisper, sending chills down one's spine.

On this battlefield, Chiyo's puppets and Orochimaru's venomous snakes instantly became entangled. The blades in the puppets' hands swung, striking the snakes with dull thuds; the venomous snakes coiled their bodies, attempting to entwine the puppets, their venom splashing with a sizzling sound. For a time, the battlefield was filled with a suffocating sense of pressure, every bit of air seemed to ignite, permeated with the strong smell of gunpowder.

Haotian stood quietly behind Orochimaru, the crimson Chakra on his body still surging like an untamed flame. He stared intently at the chaotic scene before him, yet a strange unease suddenly arose in his heart. Orochimaru, who always acted strangely, why did he suddenly appear? What was his purpose? Was it merely to save his life? Haotian's brows furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of wariness.

"Orochimaru, what exactly do you want?" Haotian pondered silently in his heart, but could not find a reasonable answer.

The scene shifted to another part of the battlefield. Kitsuchi stood in place with a dark expression, his face as grim as the sky before a storm. Large beads of sweat continuously seeped from his forehead, rolling down his wrinkled cheeks. Minato Namikaze's speed was simply too fast, as fast as golden lightning, flashing and leaping across the battlefield, making him impossible to grasp. And Aburame Shimbi's tide-like swarm of insects was even more difficult to guard against, attacking wave after wave, leaving him struggling to cope and in a sorry state.