United Pressure

Killer B's lips, caked with dried blood, trembled slightly, and an overwhelming sense of grievance and helplessness surged in his eyes.

"Yugito... was taken by them."

Killer B coughed twice, spitting out several clots of dark red blood.

"They were a group wearing black cloaks patterned with red clouds..."

"Their leader wore an orange spiral mask. He had an extremely bizarre Sharingan."

Dodai, who had just reached the doorway, went rigid at the words "black with red clouds" and "Sharingan." His single eye widened in horror.

It was exactly the same as the intelligence about Rōshi's attack!

Killer B's body twitched slightly as he recalled that crushingly hopeless battle.

"My taijutsu and Lightning Release struck him like they were hitting air. They passed right through him."

"And whenever his eyes looked over, the surrounding space would be forcibly twisted and shredded like a whirlpool."

Killer B gripped the bedsheet tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"The Two-Tails' power couldn't withstand that kind of spatial cutting. Yugito didn't even have time to fully transform into a Tailed Beast before he was sucked into that bizarre space."

A's fists crackled as he clenched them, and the violent Lightning Release chakra made the instruments in the ward flicker erratically.

"What about you? The Eight-Tails inside you? It couldn't stop him either?!"

A murky tear slid from the corner of Killer B's eye. He closed his eyes in pain.

"If Little Eight hadn't reacted quickly..."

He panted violently, his voice coming in broken fragments.

"At the last moment before I was sucked in, Little Eight forcibly cut off the flow of chakra and desperately severed its two thickest tentacles, leaving them in that twisted space as decoys..."

"That guy thought he'd already shredded me."

Killer B opened his bloodshot right eye and looked at his