Taken as Forced Labor

Zabuza swung the Kubikiribōchō as he laughed wildly. Wherever the blade passed, at least one ninja would spill blood on the spot.

Yuki Haku stayed behind him the entire time, unleashing Thousand Needles of Death. The two worked in perfect coordination, slaughtering nearly a hundred people in an instant.

Dong Shiren's head throbbed painfully. Why? Why were the ninjas of this world all so powerful? Compared to them, the legions under his command were like puppets being mowed down—easy to slaughter.

His subordinate swallowed hard. Their planned combined ninjutsu had now been restrained, and even the raiding squad of nearly a hundred men had been effortlessly wiped out.

Was it really appropriate to keep fighting under these circumstances? He turned to look at Dong Shiren. Just as Dong Shiren's headache had eased somewhat, a messenger cried out, "Bad news! Bad news! Commander, those metal monsters have advanced another thousand meters! Our side has suffered countless casualties!"

Dong Shiren's brows tightened. Looking into the distance, he saw heavily armored tanks and armored vehicles weaving through the crowd. Wherever they went, large numbers of ninjas were crushed into pulp.

The tanks even turned their cannons and fired. Shells exploded in the distance, blasting another mass of people into bloody pieces. Two machine guns atop the armored vehicles fired in alternation. They were faster than tanks, so when it came to running people over, the armored vehicles killed no fewer than the tanks.

The smile on Sarutobi Hiruzen's face nearly reached his ears. These weapons were practically invincible. Aside from those few freaks, hardly any ninja could destroy them, while they could slaughter their enemies without restraint.

"M-my lord, are we still going to fight?" Dong Shiren's subordinate asked in a trembling voice, looking at him with fear in his eyes.

Dong Shiren