Bluefish Island.
A gentle breeze swept across the vast sea, while hazy mist drifted in and out of view.
The intense stench of blood had even drawn large numbers of marine predators to the nearby waters.
Their instincts screamed warnings at them: the area where the smell of blood was strongest was extremely dangerous and must not be approached.
Yet the powerful allure and their thirst for blood kept them lingering nearby, unwilling to leave for a long time.
Mist Village ninjas rarely let out passionate battle cries or shouting during combat.
Each of them was cold, silent, and efficient. Amid the flashing blades and clashing swords, flesh and blood flew, and lives quietly slipped away.
As time passed, white mist gradually began to drift across Bluefish Island.
Konoha's Wind Style ninjas were already too overwhelmed to spare any effort to use their combined Wind Style techniques to disperse the [Hidden Mist Technique].
It was foreseeable that as the mist thickened, Mist Village's ninjas would become even more at home, while Konoha's ninjas would find their situation going from bad to worse.
After cutting down another Konoha ninja, Hozuki Sengetsu also noticed the changes in his surroundings.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and a chilling gleam flashed across his sharp fangs.
"When the mist envelops the entire island, Konoha's ninjas will meet their end!"
"What shameless boasting!"
The moment his words fell, three more Konoha jonin charged at him and engaged him in fierce battle.
Pulling back the view.
The situation on Bluefish Island now somewhat resembled a pyramid.
The lowest areas, already submerged by seawater, had almost entirely been occupied by Mist Village.
Using the sloping terrain of the mountain, Konoha's ninjas had established layer upon layer of defensive lines.
They were not stubbornly holding their positions.