As the surroundings gradually distorted before his eyes, Bone Lord rested a hand on his chin and pondered. It seemed he was not an exception either. Though he did not know why the process had been slower for him, he had yet to be completely swallowed by the illusion born of negative emotions.
Just moments ago, he had lost contact with the other clones, including the original body.
Unlike the other clones, however, Bone Lord had a little more time to react. Of course, it now seemed that was all it was—just a little more time. Thinking of where the other clones had been before contact was lost, Lingchuan was roughly to the upper left of the Land of Fire, while Muren was positioned to its right...
At that thought, Bone Lord suddenly raised an eyebrow. It seemed that as long as he stood in a corridor-like position below the center of the Land of Fire before losing consciousness, he could shut the door and trap the dog, directly turning the Land of Fire into a forbidden zone.
Though that did not seem particularly wise. After all, no one knew what would happen after remaining too long within an illusion woven from malice. It might even spell disaster for civilians who wandered in by mistake. But—Bone Lord suddenly smiled, a dark glint flashing through his eyes. So what?
Caught completely off guard and suddenly thrown here, Hashirama was fortunate enough to still be some distance from the ground. Relying on instinctive reactions, he finally stabilized himself after several flips and landed firmly on the ground.
Just as Hashirama was about to turn and inspect his surroundings, an enlarged human face filled his vision. Before he could even catch his breath, he was startled again. Losing his footing, he could not