Good grief!
Hozuki Mangetsu's body was enormous now, so naturally his voice was not quiet either. His words instantly spread across the entire battlefield, making everyone, including the Sunagakure and Iwagakure ninja, suck in a cold breath.
This was a plan to cut them off at the root—to wipe out Konoha's upper echelon in one stroke!
If all six of those people died, then Konoha would exist in name only.
Without high-end combat power, and with the leaders who could command the crowd all wiped out, how could a Konoha reduced to scattered sand continue occupying the wealthy Land of Fire?
The Mist Village would not even need to act personally. The other nations, together with those sects under the Dream Organization, could destroy Konoha outright.
Therefore, Konoha's side would absolutely never agree to this condition.
Orochimaru abruptly raised his head and said through gritted teeth, "Are you really going to wipe us all out?"
A trace of madness appeared once more in his golden snake eyes.
"How can that be called wiping you all out?"
Araki curled his lip. "I've clearly been generous enough. I only want the lives of you ringleaders, and I'll spare the other Konoha ninja who, although they may not have known, have in fact already become accomplices of the Dream Organization. Isn't that magnanimous enough? Everyone from Iwagakure and Sunagakure, why don't you judge?"
Hikō and Tiefeng, who had been watching from the edge but were suddenly called out, stiffened, then responded in unison, "Indeed, indeed! Lord Araki's action could simply be called merciful!"
"Konoha ninja, why aren't you hurrying to thank Lord Araki for his grace!"
Whether they were afraid of Araki's despotic might or had some other purpose, the two of them echoed each other back and forth, making the veins on