Three hours later.
As evening drew near.
Qian finally finished digesting the Chakra contributed by the four Rock Hidden Chunin.
After that, he skillfully cast the Rank C Ninjutsu—Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique—and finished destroying the bodies and erasing the evidence.
Then, without stopping for a moment, he headed to a place even closer to the battlefield, searching for his next target.
Qian knew the Third Raikage could only hold out for three days. Three days later, he would die of exhaustion.
At that point, once Iwagakure freed up its hands, the risk would rise sharply if Qian acted again.
So he had to seize the time and improve himself as much as possible over these three days. After that, he would have to consider leaving the Land of Earth.
With that thought in mind, Qian could not help quickening his pace.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
That afternoon.
In a stone forest near the northwestern border of the Land of Earth, more than twenty Rock Ninja were lying on the ground, letting out a pained groan or two from time to time. Clearly, they were all wounded.
And in front of them stood Qian and his four Shadow Clones.
Logically speaking, having captured so many Rock Ninja, he should have been happy. But right now, there was not the slightest trace of joy on Qian's face.
There was no other reason. Information about him had very likely already been leaked.
Qian looked toward an Iwagakure jonin ahead. Even though both of the man's hands had been crippled and a twisted, savage wound ran across his chest, there was still not the slightest fear in his eyes.
Seeing Qian look over, the other man even said viciously, "Uchiha brat, just wait. Someone will come