The next day.
In the morning.
Before Iwagakure's final line of defense, the Third Raikage, wrapped in lightning, charged alone at the front once more with his bare fists.
Facing him were five Rock Ninja, and all of them were true jonin.
Even so, these Iwagakure jonin did not dare clash head-on with the Third Raikage. They only covered one another, restraining him through various ninjutsu and combat techniques.
The entire process was extraordinarily dangerous. If their coordination slipped and the Third Raikage found an opening, the result would be either severe injury or death.
So the five Iwagakure jonin present were all extremely tense.
Especially since today, they had also received a secret order: no matter what, they had to hold the Third Raikage back and absolutely not let him break away from the battle.
That made them even more nervous inside.
The Third Raikage's gaze swept over the five of them. Instinctively, he sensed that something was wrong, but he could not say where the problem lay.
In the end, they were all carefully selected jonin. Although these five Rock Ninja were tense inside, they showed not the slightest abnormality on their faces.
They did not even reveal any such signs during the battle.
Time passed, minute by minute and second by second, yet the Third Raikage still did not discover anything unusual.
So he simply stopped thinking about it. With a shift of his thoughts, he was about to go all out and use absolute strength to shatter the slight doubts in his heart.
"Lord Third, we have urgent intelligence. Please return to Command Headquarters at once!"
But just as he was about to make his move, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. The Third Raikage knew who the voice belonged to.
It was one of