The red light in Ibuse's mouth grew brighter and brighter, while the red point of light in Hanzō's hand continuously shrank.
He did not intend to let the three of them go as he had in the original story. With the war having reached this point, there were few choices left to make. Just as he had said, one had to fight for one's own life. He could give them an opportunity, but whether they could seize it depended on themselves.
In an instant, the crimson chakra light condensed to its limit was spewed from Ibuse's mouth. The point of light in Hanzō's hand shot out at the same time, sinking into it and becoming the faint glimmer at its very center. At the center, that speck of red instantly turned pitch-black. Other colors surfaced within the enormous crimson chakra before transforming in an instant, becoming incomparably black and profound. Under the influence of this light, the rain turned the color of ink. As it fell to the earth, it let out hissing sounds, carrying intense poison.
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Even the light around the chakra radiance twisted, while an aura of deathly silence and despair rapidly spread.
"Ninja Art: Dark Poison Light Technique!"
It sounded complicated, but it all happened in an instant. The newly named Sannin looked up, each with a different expression, yet the same trace of despair appeared in their eyes.
They could not withstand this attack... at least, not in their current state. The three of them still possessed that much judgment.
Orochimaru stepped forward, his expression graver than ever before. He was the only one among them who still had the strength to fight. At a time like this, he had to stand up.
He brought his hands together, yet in that instant, he did not