When he heard the faint whisper beside his ear, the Third Kazekage's face filled with disbelief!
His expression was one of utter horror, and his eyes glared like those of a beast on the brink of death.
"How... could... this... be..."
Blood kept spilling from the Third Kazekage's mouth as he stared in horror at the snowy-white blade in his chest.
Hearing his garbled words, Aizen stood behind him with a faint, indifferent smile. His eyes flickered as he chuckled softly.
"I believe I told you before: the outcome of this battle was decided from the very beginning."
"Death is where you belong. So calmly follow the script and die."
"Don't worry. I'll have Chidong take over Sunagakure for you. After all, the One-Tail still needs a Jinchuriki to keep it contained."
At Aizen's words, the Third Kazekage's face, already pale from his fading life force, turned ghastly.
Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and his face flushed as if he'd been granted a final burst of life!
He grabbed the blade of Kyoka Suigetsu with one hand, then turned to glare at Aizen, who wore a faint smile. He roared, "Bastard! Even if I die, I'll drag you down to Hell with me!"
As his words fell, he swung his hand. The countless black grains of sand instantly turned into a dense black fog that tightly enveloped him and Aizen.
The Third Kazekage was gasping heavily, beads of cold sweat covering his forehead.
He paid no heed to the pool of blood spreading rapidly from his chest with every movement. His eyes would barely stay open, but he forced them to glare at Aizen as he rasped, "Iron Sand: Corrosive Burial!"
As his words fell, the black fog began devouring everything within its reach at a visible rate!
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