Break!
Uchiha Shin shouted again. The index and middle fingers of his left hand shot out like scissors, pinching the old snake that had been darting around him.
He caught the snake right at its vital spot. The old snake struggled to break free, but it was utterly helpless.
Uchiha Shin smiled faintly and tightened his grip, crushing the snake's vital spot before viciously slamming it onto the ground.
Only three Great Immortals remained now. It would be extremely difficult for them to capture him.
Relying on his swift movements, Uchiha Shin seized the rat's clone and smashed it hard into the ground, severely injuring him.
As for the weasel, Uchiha Shin kicked him flying down.
The old hedgehog, who was still firing the spikes from his body, was circled from behind by Uchiha Shin. The Black Gold Soul-Seizing Fan came crashing down, knocking the old hedgehog to the ground. Even his spikes could no longer protect him.
All five Great Immortals had suffered grave injuries and lay sprawled on the ground. As they watched Uchiha Shin approach, their eyes filled with terror.
When they had come to deal with Uchiha Shin this time, they had felt somewhat uneasy at first. But once their preparations were complete, they had been brimming with confidence, believing they had more than a ninety percent chance of eliminating him.
Yet they had still failed in the end. When facing Uchiha Shin, even having absolute confidence did not necessarily mean one could take him down—let alone ninety percent!
"Tell me. Who sent you here?" Uchiha Shin stared at them.
The five Great Immortals lay on the ground without saying a word. They could not speak, and they did not dare to.
"You're going to die soon anyway, so why not tell me? If you do,