Gaara's words fell.
Deidara swiftly controlled the C2 Dragon, circling in from another direction to cut off the First Kazekage's route of escape upward.
Gaara stood where he was, his hands maintaining a hand seal. The sand beneath his feet slowly revolved around him like living creatures, ready to unleash the sealing technique at the right moment.
As for Ning Xue, he continued fighting the First Kazekage head-on.
The First Kazekage watched his opponents close in simultaneously from three directions, and an almost imperceptible gravity flashed through his hollow eyes.
He knew very well that the Third Kazekage had already been sealed. Only he remained.
With the three working together—one restraining him, one harassing him, and one handling the sealing—dragging this out would only put him at a disadvantage.
While being sealed was all well and good, his controller clearly did not want him to be sealed so easily.
The Kazekage's gaze swept rapidly between the three before finally locking onto Deidara in the air.
In his view, Ning Xue was troublesome, but he could not gain much advantage in close combat.
Gaara's sand was troublesome too, but at least it was not particularly fast.
By comparison, the guy riding a clay dragon and drifting around in the air, occasionally dropping bombs to disrupt his rhythm, was the most annoying presence at the moment.
The instant the First Kazekage made his judgment, his figure vanished from the spot.
Like a gust of wind, he swept toward Deidara in the air.
Deidara's pupils contracted sharply.
He had not expected his opponent to charge at him proactively.
After all, he had assumed the First Kazekage was the type to cast large-scale ninjutsu from the rear, not someone skilled at close combat.
Deidara had no time to think. He swiftly controlled the C2