The Sunset clan's territory was now a scene of utter devastation.
Dozens of ninjas bearing the Libra Clan crest fought fiercely against the Sunset clansmen. All manner of ninjutsu blasted apart the surrounding houses, flames raged unchecked, and screams rose and fell without end.
"Damn it, what kind of monsters are they?!"
The Sunset clan head's brow twitched violently. The Libra clansmen were like beasts that felt no pain, utterly crazed when they fought. They would even risk severe injuries to force their way into close combat with the Sunset clansmen, then tackle their opponents to the ground and bite at them savagely, tearing through throats and ripping off chunks of flesh.
The Sunset clansmen felt as though they were fighting madmen. They had never seen such bloody scenes before, and chills ran through their hearts. Their fear directly cut their fighting spirit in half.
"Kehehe... You still dare to lose focus at a time like this?"
A sinister sneer sounded beside his ear. The Sunset clan head's pupils shrank sharply as he hurriedly raised his katana.
Bang.
He was sent flying backward, crashing through a wooden house and collapsing it.
A middle-aged man built like an iron tower stood where he had been. His right hand was grotesquely swollen, with dense black curse marks covering the surface of his skin.
"Our Sunset clan bears no grudge against the Libra Clan. Why are you attacking us?!"
The Sunset clan head stepped out of the rubble, a bloody wound torn across his chest, and glared furiously at the man as he demanded an answer.
The man licked the blood from his fingertips and grinned viciously. "If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves for being weak. The weak were born to die, kehehe!"
The Sunset clan head was left speechless for