Every time Uchiha Yū struck, another life was taken. This was no longer a fair battle, but a complete and utter massacre. Even Kumogakure's shinobi, who had always favored recklessness, looked utterly terrified by the enemy's killing speed.
Before long, only one battered elite jonin remained on the battlefield. Looking at his comrades lying dead around him, his eyes reddened as he gritted his teeth and said:
"Those Akatsuki bastards!"
Clearly, no matter how he roared or pushed his body beyond its limits, he could not defeat the two of them. Every shinobi in this camp would die here.
When the last person died miserably on the spot, Uchiha Yū looked at the blood staining his body. No one could see his expression beneath the mask, but he merely told Pakura to move away from the area.
"Fire Style! Majestic Destroyer Flame!"
Raging flames descended from afar, turning the entire area into a sea of fire. Whether corpses or supplies, all of it was reduced to ash.
Once everything was over, a foul, pungent stench hung in the air. Pakura covered her nose. As an elite jonin, she had long grown accustomed to battle and killing, but this was the first time the two of them had slaughtered an entire camp on such a large scale. Suddenly thinking of something, she casually said:
"This time, we've openly challenged Kumogakure. Do you think they'll send out shinobi troops? Akatsuki only has a few people."
They did not lack top-tier combat strength, but the enemy far outnumbered Akatsuki in shinobi. They would inevitably find themselves in the awkward position of being surrounded and attacked.
"What use are ants, no matter how many there are? Besides, who told you we have so few people?"
Uchiha Yū did not immediately reveal the relevant information.