The wind in the canyon chilled people to the bone.
Three thousand Hidden Cloud elites were like tigers with their fangs pulled.
They threw away their weapons and squatted on the ground with their heads hanging, not even daring to look up.
Their morale had completely collapsed.
What a joke.
Their big brother had his arm crushed with a single squeeze, then been smashed into a pit like a dead dog.
Their second brother had been kicked flying by some blond brat who had appeared out of nowhere, then pinned down and rubbed into the ground. He was still in the pit rapping, "I surrender."
What the hell was there left to fight for?!
Surrender, surrender! Surrender already!
If they kept fighting, these three thousand men probably would not even be enough to fill the teeth of those two monsters.
In the distance, behind Iwagakure's defensive line.
Kitsuchi and the Demolition Corps under his command, who had just been equipped with divine gear, were all dumbfounded.
They had not fired a single shot, yet they had watched Lord Yoru and young master Naruto flatten Hidden Cloud Village's "AB Combo" between the two of them.
"F... fuck..."
A young Iwagakure ninja dropped his Explosive Repeating Crossbow with a clang.
He pinched his thigh hard, baring his teeth in pain.
"This isn't a dream... Has Iwagakure become this damn awesome now?"
Kitsuchi wore the same dazed expression.
He turned back to look at the giant craters that were still smoking, then looked at the Hidden Cloud prisoners trembling as they squatted in the distance.
He suddenly felt that his father Ōnoki's decision to grovel before Uchiha Yoru had been the wisest decision he had ever made in his life!
Inside the hastily erected negotiation tent, the atmosphere was so oppressive it