She had already unleashed such a powerful ninjutsu, so Torifu naturally couldn't just sit back and wait for death.
He raised the Heming Sword high, and a series of icy gusts swept around him. He poured a huge amount of Ice Release chakra into the blade.
One wielded ice, the other fire. They seemed to be standing in a world of ice and flame, one scorching hot, the other bitterly cold.
The ninjutsu they unleashed were both astonishing in their scope. It was impossible to tell who would prove stronger and claim victory today.
But they both knew that this one strike would decide the victor!
As Yan gathered her strength, the earth suddenly began to crack. Countless fissures spread out from her!
Blazing flames burned in every fissure! The place looked like a fiery hell, and the searing heat was so intense that no ordinary person could survive it.
Yet Yan felt no discomfort. Fire surrounded her as she closed her eyes and poured every last bit of chakra from her body into the technique, pushing its power as close to its limits as possible.
The flames burning in the fissures were drawn toward the fire surrounding Yan, gradually gathering together.
Unlike the scorching scene around Yan, a heavy snowstorm raged around Torifu. The ground was already frozen by the chill, and countless icicles burst from the earth, turning everything around him into an endless frozen wasteland.
Where his and Yan's ninjutsu met, one half was frozen solid, while the other was hell itself.
Ōnoki and the Kazekage kept retreating into the distance, unable to withstand the harsh conditions created by the two ninjas' techniques.
Even watching from the sidelines left him feeling terrible. "Damn it. They're so much stronger than us. We're no match for that kind of