Orochimaru reeked of blood.
Facing more than a dozen genin, eight chunin, and three jonin—including Pakura, the Scorch Release user—his expression did not change.
He stood as steady as an abyssal pool and as imposing as a mountain, every inch the elite jonin.
"Uchiha Ichiki, take Akashi and the others and leave. Someone is waiting to receive you in the northeast. Leave this place to me." Standing atop the giant snake, Orochimaru issued his orders from above, his pair of golden eyes radiating terrifying killing intent.
Akashi was stunned.
There were actually other members of the Uchiha Clan here?
The Uchiha named Ichiki had already arrived before him. "Come with me!"
Akashi nodded and fled with the other two.
Staying here would only get in Orochimaru's way. Leaving as quickly as possible was the best choice. Besides, Orochimaru had long been experienced in dealing with Sand Ninja, so there was no need to worry.
Intermittent booms echoed from behind them.
Looking back at the enormous snake standing proudly, the wounded man lying on its back could not help but cry out in amazement. "As expected of Lord Orochimaru—facing many enemies alone, and he is still handling it with ease... Ah, he got blasted away!"
From afar, they saw a figure blown into the sky.
But Akashi did not care in the slightest. Based on what he knew of Orochimaru, this kind of "bump and scrape" was nothing.
"Ah! Lord Orochimaru got blown up again!"
"Ohhh, so that was only a clone!"
The two chunin shouted back and forth, looking utterly inexperienced.
Akashi kept his head down and hurried onward. He had complete faith in Orochimaru's vitality.
Two words: built tough!
What were a few ordinary attacks worth? What about Tsunade's monstrous strength? What about Shinra Tensei? What about Tailed Beast