Clang, clang, clang~
Amid a stretch of Huangsha.
Qian was locked in battle with three sand ninja.
Er.
Put that way, it did not seem quite accurate. More accurately, Qian was pressing all three of them in the fight.
Indeed, the three before him were Puppet Masters, whose combat strength could not be equated with ninjas of the same rank.
However, their puppets were either besieging Yamato and the others or had already been damaged. The ones left at their sides numbered only one each.
As a result, even without using his full strength, Qian was more than they could handle.
In fact, because they were fighting Qian, they had no choice but to devote most of their attention to controlling the puppets in front of them.
This caused the puppets in the distance to become far less nimble. The end result was that the situation on the other battlefield deteriorated rapidly.
At this rate, it was foreseeable that even if Qian stopped putting in any more effort, Yamato and the others would probably be able to deal with those puppets before long and come over to support him.
And what Qian could think of, the sand ninja before him could naturally think of as well.
Yet they still chose to do this.
As for the reason...
It was very simple. Their reinforcements were about to arrive.
Sure enough, the battle had not even gone on for a few minutes before Qian saw more than a dozen figures out on the desert in the distance.
Looking in the other directions, sand ninja were likewise rushing over.
There was no doubt that they had already been surrounded.
And among these people, even the weakest were Chunin. There was even no shortage of elite Anbu from Sunagakure.
"Tsk, tsk~ This really is