Qian looked at the two Mist Village jonin before him and the company in the distance—nearly a hundred low- and mid-ranked ninja from the Mist Village—and a trace of caution entered his eyes.
And this was only the second batch of Mist Ninja. It was easy to foresee that as time passed, more and more Mist Ninja would hurry back to reinforce them.
When that happened, the pressure he faced would only grow greater.
Also, he could not let this batch of Mist Village low- and mid-ranked ninja through either. At the very least, he could not let all of them through.
Qian flicked a glance at the battlefield behind him from the corner of his eye.
He could see that, with the fresh force from the Mist Village squad Yoshida Hideo had led joining the fight, the dozen or so Leaf ninja on the perimeter who were responsible for stopping the Mist Ninja from approaching the central battlefield were already beginning to struggle.
If he let these dozens of people through as well, the pressure they had to bear would inevitably increase greatly.
When the time came, if their line collapsed, then the fighting inside the Mist Village Command Headquarters would be affected.
Earlier, he had said that a mere group of low- and mid-ranked ninja could not affect the battle over there.
But there was one premise for that: their numbers could not be too great.
As the saying went, enough ants could bite an elephant to death.
Even a top-tier powerhouse of the Ninja World like the Third Raikage could be worn down to death by sheer numbers. What more the Clan Heads of several great clans and their subordinates?
Taking a step back, even if they were not worn down to death, if the battle was