On a battlefield shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, thick gloom hung like an airtight curtain, veiling the sky in murky darkness. The air around them seemed frozen, filled with a chilling aura. At that moment, the crimson runes in Haotian's hand flared brightly. Their blinding radiance was like countless sharp needles stabbing straight into Obito's eyes, making it almost impossible for him to open them. He could only instinctively shield his face with his arm.
However, as the seconds passed, the imposing Summoning Beast they had expected still failed to appear. The air twisted violently, as though a pair of invisible hands were wantonly kneading space, but in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal, as if the disturbance had merely been an illusion.
"It failed..." Haotian muttered under his breath, his voice full of frustration and unwillingness. His face had already been pale from the battle, but now it was as white as paper, utterly drained of color, as if all his vitality had been sucked away.
Seeing this, Hiruko seemed as though the fuse of his madness had been lit, and he let out a sharp, grating laugh. The laughter echoed across the silent battlefield like the cry of a night owl, sending chills down the spine. As his laughter rang out, the Chimera Technique suddenly accelerated. The already dense, foul-smelling mist surged like enormous waves, sweeping over everything in its path and nearly swallowing Haotian and Obito whole.
"It's over, brats! You're all going to die here today!" Hiruko's voice was filled with chilling excitement and cruelty, as though he were announcing the beginning of a feast of death.
A wave of despair surged through Obito. He closed his eyes in despair, thinking, It's all over. But at that critical moment, with life and death