Baishi sat in a leather chair, the biting chill of Yin Release Chakra still lingering at his fingertips. He lifted the steaming cup of Gyokuro, his gaze passing through the boiling Water Mirror as he coldly watched the drastic changes in the Forest of Death.
Within the Water Mirror, the drop of Yin Release ink he had flicked out had completely transformed into a rain of black spores, nearly impossible to discern with the naked eye.
Hyuga Hiashi knelt halfway in the mud, dark red blood still gushing from the gouge in his right shoulder. He glared fiercely with his bloodshot Byakugan, the veins at his temples throbbing from the excessive strain on his ocular power. The pungent smell of ozone in the air grew ever stronger, while the Dust Release Barrier hanging overhead was like a guillotine suspended over their necks, making their scalps tingle.
But the next second, Hiashi's pupils abruptly contracted.
In the panoramic vision of his Byakugan, the blind spot ahead—originally empty, with even the flow of Chakra erased—suddenly revealed a dense layer of black specks.
Like maggots clinging to bone, those specks frantically gnawed at some invisible barrier. They did not disrupt the light refraction of the Dustless Mist Barrier, nor did they give off heat. Instead, they directly latched onto the highly compressed Chakra cloak covering the caster's body.
One drop, ten drops, thousands upon thousands of drops.
In less than half a breath, a towering outline nearly two meters tall, wrapped head to toe in bandages and holding a hand seal, was forcibly traced out in a layer of ink-dark color!
"Th-that is..." A Hyuga Branch Family ninja swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with mud, his voice trembling.
"Found him." Hiashi bit through his tongue, the sweetly metallic blood jolting his nerves