Kakashi raised a hand and shattered the Iron Sand steel spikes rushing in to kill him, then dodged the blade flying from his blind spot behind him. His feet pressed against the wall of the Rōran Ruins, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He desperately wanted to gasp for air, but he could not.
Just moments ago, Sasori had manipulated the Third Kazekage puppet to spray out a massive amount of poisonous mist.
Since they were out in the open, the poison mist quickly dispersed in the wind.
But Kakashi was no greenhorn.
Experts in poison usually made two preparations. Part of the poisonous mist was colored, making its deadly nature obvious. Another part was colorless and odorless, slightly denser than air; once released, it would "sink" below.
As long as one ran quickly, fought, and breathed heavily, this poison mist settled on the ground would be inhaled without notice, poisoning them before they knew it.
Kakashi's Sharingan slowly spun as he glanced back toward the core battlefield.
The earthquake from not long ago had been terrifying. Now, bottomless cracks stretched across the earth beneath their feet.
"Lin Qing... he should be alright, shouldn't he?"
The thought flashed through his mind before Sasori chuckled.
"You still have time to worry about someone else?"
A whistling sound rose beside Kakashi's ear.
The Third Kazekage's arms continuously extended outward, one becoming two, two becoming three, until they were endless in the blink of an eye, like the First's True Several Thousand Hands.
But that was not all. The Third Kazekage's most famous technique was Magnet Release: Iron Sand manipulation. Dense Iron Sand in the sky transformed into countless slender steel needles that rained down upon Kakashi from every direction, sealing off every route of escape.
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