As the group ran, they looked back, listening to the screams coming from the sea of fire, their faces filled with lingering fear.
At the same time, they were also rejoicing inwardly—rejoicing that they had not been the targets.
Otherwise, after those two rounds of attacks, they figured they would have ended up like those people, completely swallowed by the flames.
However, they celebrated too soon.
After Qian killed the few people injured by the Shuriken, he immediately set his sights on them.
His Sharingan turned slightly, locking onto two of them. Qian's hands swiftly finished forming seals, and he cast the ninjutsu—Wind Style: Wind Blade!
Whoosh—
A transparent Wind Blade flew past.
On the outskirts, two Mist Ninja who were fleeing suddenly froze, and a line of blood appeared across their necks.
The next moment, their heads flew up.
Their bodies only stopped after running another five or six meters.
Pfft—
Two fountains of blood rose, and a large amount of blood gushed from their carotid arteries, instantly splattering the surrounding ground.
Only then did the two of them realize that they were already dead.
At once, their faces twisted into savage expressions.
Unfortunately, that did nothing.
Because all they had left were their heads.
Thud—thud—
Their heads hit the ground, and they lost consciousness completely.
Seeing this, Qian withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the others, and reached out to take out several more Shuriken, preparing to repeat the same trick.
However, just then, a loud shout came from the crowd below.
"Everyone, counterattack immediately!"
Hearing this, the lower- and mid-ranking ninja of the Mist Village immediately aimed at Qian. Some threw Kunai, some threw Shuriken, and others cast ninjutsu.
In short, they all attacked Qian together.
However, faced with such attacks, Qian was not moved in