The dark body stood where it was, nothing but a bare stump above the neck. Blood sprayed forth like a fountain, dyeing both the body and the ground red.
The pure black chains had all shattered, scattering across the ground and soaking in blood.
Red and white matter intertwined amid the ruins, and the heavy stench of blood filled their nostrils with a pungent reek.
Su Feng raised a brow in surprise. "Still not dead?"
As soon as the words fell, countless fleshy buds sprouted from Shihoin Sennichi's severed neck. Like a dense mass of tentacles, they intertwined and wove together, rebuilding his flesh.
The recovery was swift. In an instant, most of his head had been restored.
Half his brain remained exposed, a sight that made one's scalp crawl.
In the distance, Mayuri Kurotsuchi displayed intense interest. He even ignored the potential danger and forcibly made his way to Su Feng's side to observe Shihoin Sennichi.
"Have the dead who returned from Hell blurred the boundary between life and death?"
After observing for a while, Mayuri arrived at a possibly correct conclusion.
"It seems he cannot be killed, dear Captain Su Feng."
Su Feng's raised brow had yet to lower. Shihoin Sennichi's performance had truly caught him off guard.
He did not know whether this was an isolated case or whether Hell's dead were all like this.
If it was the latter, that would be truly terrifying.
The Fourth Shinobi World War PLUS+ edition.
Perhaps even more exaggerated than that.
After all, a large portion of those resurrected in the neighboring village had been cannon fodder. But aside from the utterly wicked, those who could fall into Hell were all experts with at least Third-Class Spiritual Might.
Moreover, judging from the performances of Kumenai Enra, Saito Furofushi, and Shihoin