So he simply spoke up. "Kushina's doing all right. It was indeed she who asked me to look for any clansmen who might still be alive if I got the chance."
"Today, I just happened to sense your life-filled chakra on a whim, so I followed it here."
"So, what do you say? Want to come with me?"
He glanced around, his tone turning cold. "I can tell that life hasn't been easy for you here. Those beasts have been using you as a blood bag, haven't they?"
"They deserve to die."
The moment he finished speaking, killing intent flooded the room.
"I..."
"Bang!"
Before Uzumaki Rena could answer, someone kicked the door open. A group of Grass Ninja stormed inside.
The man at the front swept his eyes around the room, first glaring viciously at Uzumaki Rena before finally fixing his gaze on Uchiha Yan. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Who are you? Where are you taking our companion?"
Uzumaki Rena was so frightened that she collapsed directly onto the floor.
"Heh, companion?"
A mocking smile appeared on Uchiha Yan's face. "You people are worthy of saying that word? You keep my clanswoman as a blood bag, and beasts like you still dare mention the word 'companion'?"
"You might as well all go to hell."
As soon as his voice fell, his eyes instantly transformed into the Six-Tomoe Sharingan.
"Mental Genjutsu: Blood Prison World."
In an instant, the group of Grass Ninja, along with those surrounding the building outside, were all dragged into a blood-soaked mental illusion.
Clearly, after advancing to the Six-Tomoe Sharingan and opening his Purple Mansion, his spiritual power had undergone a qualitative transformation. Uchiha Yan no longer needed eye contact to cast genjutsu.
As long as someone was within the range of his mental perception,