The remaining Kirigakure Anbu moved at the same time. More than a dozen people took action at the same time.
Kirigakure Anbu's combat skills are ranked among the best in any ninja village.
Blood Mist Village's years of oppression have resulted in them having very rich combat experience.
They were not panicked by the sudden death of one person.
The first group of three people pressed forward from the front, Kunai took action, and three Kunais were in the shape of a cross to seal all the vital points of Obito Uchiha's upper body.
The second group of two people detoured from the side. One person, Hand Seals, released Water Release·Water Dragon Bullet. The other person slid close to the ground and cut into the blind corner, and slashed Obito Uchiha's knees with the blade.
The third group had already circled behind them without making any sound. The short sword was unsheathed and pointed at the Obito Uchiha rear center.
Obito Uchiha didn't even make a dodge move.
Three Kunai penetrated his body, were nailed to the tree trunk behind him, and penetrated three points into the wood.
Water Dragon Bullet hit him and passed through his chest. His whole body was like an oil film on the water, and the water flow passed through him without leaving even a ripple.
He didn't even move. The blade cut into the blind spot on the right side and cut across the crook of his knee. The knife passed through and he stood firmly. The short knife from behind stabbed into his heart.
The tip of the knife came out from his chest. There was no blood. The sound was not that of piercing muscle, but that of piercing the air.
All attacks missed at the same time. All blades passed through at the same time.
Obito Uchiha's Mangekyō Sharingan is frighteningly bright in the blood.
He opened his hands, his five fingers formed into claws, and gray-white wood fibers grew wildly on his fingertips.
Two wooden thorns popped out from the tips of his middle finger and index finger, Root bifurcated, and the tips were sharp.
Using his left foot as the axis, he turned his body sharply 180 degrees, and swung out the wooden thorns, drawing a death arc with a radius of one and a half feet.
Four Kirigakure Anbu within the arc range were struck by wooden spikes at the same time.
The wooden spikes pierced the skin, penetrated into the blood vessels, and exploded inside their bodies. Four clouds of blood mist exploded in mid-air at the same time, and pieces of flesh and bone fell to the ground.
It's not over yet. Obito Uchiha turned around and at the same time slightly bent his knees and stepped hard on the ground with his right foot.
Wood Release·Chaos of hell.
The ground beneath my feet cracked. It wasn't like an earthquake. Countless wooden vines emerged from the cracks. Each one was as thick as an arm, and its surface was covered with barbs, like a group of living snakes emerging from the ground.
The vines wrapped around the legs of a Kirigakure Anbu and climbed up the legs to the torso. The vines became tighter and tighter. The barbs cut into the skin and blood spurted out from the gaps in the vines.
The second. The third. The fourth.
The vines intertwined into an airtight wooden wall, wrapping the living person inside, and then tightened suddenly.
The muffled sound of broken bones exploded inside the vine one after another, like crushing a bunch of dried walnuts.
In a few breaths, more than a dozen people were wiped out.
The open land became quiet. The fog was still there, and the smell of blood was so strong that it made people want to vomit.
The ground was littered with pieces of flesh and broken wood thorns, and blood formed into small dark red puddles, reflecting the pale light filtering through the fog.
More than a dozen corpses.
Some of them are still intact, and some of them can no longer be seen as human beings - they are scattered in the mud in a radius of three feet.
Obito Uchiha stood in the center of the pile of corpses, with his arms hanging by his sides, and the wooden thorns slowly retracted from the skin from his fingertips.
His face was covered in blood, from his enemies and possibly his own.
The short orange hair was mushy with plasma and turned into strands. The Mangekyō Sharingan in the right eye was slowly turning in the blood. There was no anger or violence in the depths of the pupil, leaving only an empty darkness.
He turned around. Lin was still lying on the ground, her posture unchanged from before.
Blood was still seeping out from the hole in her chest, but there wasn't much left.
Her face was as white as paper, and the trace of unwiped blood at the corner of her mouth had dried to dark brown.
Obito Uchiha walked over, step by step, with heavy steps, sinking into the soft mud soaked in blood with every step.
He knelt beside Lin and stretched out his hands.
The right hand is the gray-white color generated by Hashirama Cells, and the left hand is the flesh and blood body of the Uchiha Clan. Both hands passed through Lin's armpits at the same time and picked her up.
Very light. So light that it doesn't look like a person.
Obito Uchiha held Lin in his arms, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against Lin's cold forehead.
A sound came from his throat, hoarse, broken, somewhere between a howl and a whimper.
"Lin... let's go back... go back and see Kakashi Hatake... go back and see Minato-sensei..."
Lin didn't answer. Obito Uchiha hugged her and just knelt there, motionless.
It started to rain. Not a light rain, but a downpour.
Big raindrops fell from the ceiling without warning, passing through the fog and leaves, hitting Obito Uchiha's back, ground, broken wood, thorns and blood.
The rain washed away the puddles of blood, dispersed the smell of blood, and washed away the blood on Obito Uchiha's body, leaving light-colored grooves on his face.
His orange hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his scalp. The rainwater flowed into his eyes along the tips of his hair, and then flowed out from the corners of his eyes. It was unclear whether it was rain or something else.
Lin's bloody clothes were soaked by the rain, and the blood stains on the edge of the wound were diluted, from dark red to light red, from light red to pink, and finally turned into transparent water.
Obito Uchiha raised his head, faced the gray sky shrouded in fog and rain, and let out a roar that even he himself could not identify.
In the distance, Kakashi Hatake, who was lying on the ground, moved his brows slightly.
He didn't wake up. He just curled his fingers subconsciously, as if he had touched something.
Obito Uchiha didn't see it. He just hugged Lin and knelt in the heavy rain. His roar was suppressed by the rain curtain and could not be transmitted anywhere.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
Obito Uchiha was kneeling in the mud, holding Lin in his arms. The rainwater flowed down the tips of his orange hair, diluting the blood on his face, but it could not wash away the empty darkness deep in his pupils.
Mangekyō Sharingan slowly rotated in his right eye, and the three-edged sickle-shaped pattern shimmered dark red in the rain curtain.
The surrounding piles of corpses were washed away by the rain, and the minced meat and broken wood thorns were soaked in the mud and turned white.
His fingers were clasped on Lin's cold shoulder blades, his knuckles turning white, as if he was grasping the last thing that belonged to him in the world.
A figure walked out of the rain curtain.
Just like that, I walked here step by step. My steps were not fast, and I stepped on the soaked mud, and there was a slight sound of muddy water with every step.
Uchiha Shisui stood ten steps away from Obito Uchiha, looking down at him.
He was wearing the Kumogakure standard jersey, with the Uchiha Clan and Gunbai patterns embroidered on the dark blue fabric, and he had a short knife slung across his back.
His face is very young, not much older than Obito Uchiha, but his eyes...
The pair of Mangekyō Sharingan has already lit up in the rain.
Not the unstable state of just awakening, but the fully mature and fully controlled Mangekyō Sharingan.
The three-edged spiral pattern slowly rotated in his pupils, and the dark red luster drew a very faint shadow in the rain curtain.
"Are you the person my brother asked me to deal with?"
Shisui's voice was not loud and was a little blurred by the sound of rain, but every word was clearly sent to Obito Uchiha's ears.