At this moment, within a branch of the Jashin Cult, Orochimaru stood silently like a cold, ruthless statue.
He held six sand ninja heads in his hand, his eyes radiating a chilling coldness.
The bloodstains on those heads had not yet dried, silently recounting the brutality of the battle that had just taken place.
Opposite him, the last remaining sand ninja stared blankly at the merciless enemy before him, his heart long since filled with fear and despair.
He had watched his six companions fall one after another. That helplessness and despair had completely stripped him of any thought of resistance.
However, at that moment, Orochimaru suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation of chakra. The power was immense and unfamiliar, yet it carried a faintly familiar aura.
His gaze instantly sharpened, and an indescribable pressure radiated from his entire body, as if even the air around him had frozen solid.
He quickly realized that this chakra belonged to Lihuo.
But what worried Orochimaru was that Lihuo's chakra reserves were actually this vast, far beyond anything he had previously known.
This abnormal situation stirred a trace of wariness and unease within Orochimaru.
Without the slightest hesitation, Orochimaru moved like a ghost and, in the blink of an eye, took the final enemy's head as well.
His movements were clean and decisive, without the slightest wasted motion.
Then Orochimaru's figure flashed, racing toward the place where Lihuo was fighting like a swift gust of wind.
He still carried all seven heads in his hand!
"Pant... pant..."
Ai struggled to his feet, gasping for breath.
At this moment, he no longer possessed the imposing majesty and murderous aura from before. In their place was a face full of exhaustion and disarray.
Behind him, the three Cloud Ninja Jonin were in no better condition.
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