The blowing yellow sand wailed like knives.
Hatake Sakumo and the other two exchanged brief glances, then reached a conclusion.
To save one, since Pakura had already been captured, the remaining one naturally had to be killed.
After all, they were a team that had infiltrated enemy territory for sabotage and assassination. If they had not needed to learn some information from Pakura's mind, this battle would have been even more straightforward.
Hatake Sakumo spoke solemnly, killing intent permeating the air around him.
The terrifying, eerie aura felt almost tangible as it assaulted everyone's nerves.
Mirai, the weakest of them all, found it hard to breathe, but he forcefully pushed forth the aura that had yet to take shape and barely held on.
"So this is the true face of the God of Death!" Dong Song sighed inwardly. He knew Hatake Sakumo was serious.
Still, Karura escaping should not have been a problem.
Even Hatake Sakumo might not have been able to defend against the sand faster than Gaara.
Mirai caught the signal and gestured toward Pakura for the cat-faced man in the distance.
His gaze also shifted from the center of the battlefield to her. "Pakura, burn and run..."
Countless thoughts flashed through Mirai's mind. I really don't want Pakura to die, but what can I do?
Karura was powerful. Even one-on-one against Hatake Sakumo, she could have held out for some time.
However, under the combined assault of another elite, Karura's defeat was inevitable.
It depended on whether she chose to flee or chose to "stay."
There isn't much time. Once the battle over there ends, they'll definitely invade Pakura's mind, Mirai thought silently.
The cat-faced man was highly skilled in genjutsu, making him very suited for extracting information.
As he was thinking, a pained cry suddenly came