Becoming a Cultist

"Kehehehehehe!"

Amid a chilling burst of laughter, countless thin threads shot out from Hidan's neck, pulling his flung head back and stitching it onto his body.

The Sand Shinobi who witnessed this froze in place.

They had never imagined that even beheading him would fail to harm this guy!

Hidan adjusted his head with both hands. The wound at his neck healed completely within seconds, and an incomparably cruel smile spread across his face.

"Are you ready to embrace Lord Jashin?"

With that, Hidan swung the Three-Moon Blood Scythe and charged forward.

Taya drew his Ninja Blade to stop Hidan and shouted without hesitation, "Everyone, retreat!"

The other Sand Shinobi looked at one another. In the end, led by another Jonin, they abandoned their companions' bodies and retreated toward the mountains.

But how could Simu possibly let his test subjects go so easily? His figure slowly vanished.

Seeing Simu disappear, Taya's heart sank.

Compared to the oppressive feeling brought by Hidan's Immortal Body, although Simu had not made a move, Taya felt that he was the truly dangerous one.

"You actually dare to get distracted while fighting me?"

Hidan roared in irritation. Two scarlet flames suddenly ignited behind him, and his abruptly increased speed made Taya unable to cope. He was caught off guard and wounded by Hidan's sudden spear thrust.

"The battle... is over."

Hidan declared unilaterally.

Elsewhere, now that they had made their decision, the Sand Shinobi raced toward the border as fast as they could.

"Vice Captain Yuri, is it really all right for us to leave Captain Taya behind like this?"

Kawanishi was still worried. After all, their decision was practically the same as leaving Taya to die.

Yuri stuffed a Military Ration Pill into his mouth, a strange gleam flashing through his eyes. "Don't joke