"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
As Nawaki's Adamantine Wood Ingots shot toward the three of them, several thick wooden pillars continuously exploded and shattered under their resistance!
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"...
The three of them continuously swung their arms, violent gusts and torrents surging before them. The terrifying momentum was shocking!
In just a few moments, the ground had accumulated a thick layer of dry, yellow wood chips!
Unfortunately, even so!
After being stopped by the Adamantine Wood Ingots, the three of them did not take another step forward.
They remained blocked by the Adamantine Wood Ingots rising from the ground, far away from Nawaki.
Nawaki stood tall where he was. Though he was somewhat surprised that the three had managed to break free from his control and escape, after that brief exchange, he no longer cared about it.
In his eyes, these three fellows had merely gained strength for a short time through some forbidden technique.
As Orochimaru's subordinates, it was not strange at all for them to possess such abilities.
What truly concerned Nawaki was whether Orochimaru had really died in that previous attack...
At that thought, Nawaki's eyes narrowed slightly!
However, just then.
Within the billowing cloud of dust.
"Rip!"
To Nawaki's surprise, a burly man completely different from before suddenly tore apart the tree trunks that had been relentlessly attacking and entangling him.
A few strands of red hair still remained on his head, making it clear that he bore Jirobo's traces.
Yet at this moment, he gave off an entirely different, chilling feeling!
The white bones covering his body seemed to have been painted with the color of the dead, incomparably pale.
Those white bones were like a warrior's armor, fitted tightly over the front and back of his body, completely covering his burly frame. His face was