"Caw, caw, caw!"
A flock of birds flew over Shikaku Nara's head, but unfortunately, he had no energy to appreciate the sight.
Muzan placed far too much pressure on him. Tsunade's Monster Strength Fist had been completely inherited by the other party. Thinking about his own frail body, if he took a direct hit from one of those punches, he would surely die on the spot.
Bang!
With a Body Flicker, Shikaku sensed a faint breeze behind him. The deadly sense of danger made goosebumps rise all over his body.
The fist tore Shikaku's body apart. Muzan watched as the wood that fell to the ground shattered into pieces.
At that moment, the fog began filling in the gaps. He could still sense that Shikaku was nearby, but he had no idea where he was hiding.
Having narrowly escaped a fatal blow, Shikaku hid atop a large tree, drenched in sweat. Concealed by the mist, he cautiously watched Muzan's figure.
He could not help inwardly crying out at how close it had been. If he had reacted a second slower, that punch would have landed on him.
This truly was not a good mission.
Forget bringing back their corpses; even leaving alive would be extremely difficult.
Aside from Shikaku, who had been assigned to intercept the three Anbu, Minato Namikaze knew Muzan's strength and had also dispatched Sakumo Hatake and Jiraiya.
Since the two would most likely have to fight Muzan and needed to prepare some things, they had been delayed for a while. Shikaku's main objective had been to intercept the three Anbu, and he had not expected them to enter.
"Sakumo, your son is no weaker than you now."
Only after fighting him did they understand Muzan's strength. There were not many ninja in Konoha capable of suppressing