Clang! Clang! Clang!
The rain of Planetary Devastation debris flooded the sea of ash bones.
"Pant, pant, pant..." Jiraiya and the other three, who had narrowly prevailed, gasped heavily amid the wind and sand.
"Just one Shadow Clone was already this powerful, yet Father and the others are fighting that thing's true body..."
Xiao Feng was still shaken, but worried about everyone's safety, he desperately wanted to head to the battlefield. Unlike before, he now possessed new eyes and ocular power, and believed he could help.
He pleaded with utmost solemnity, "Uncles, please take us to the main battlefield. We want to do our part too!"
If this had been the era of Boruto, Jiraiya and Orochimaru would certainly have brought the two of them to the battlefield with inexplicable trust, and they would surely have become the center of attention there.
But... the era of Boruto had long since been declared over ahead of time.
Jiraiya said decisively, "No. You can't go!"
Feng asked in confusion, "Why? We won't hold anyone back!"
Jiraiya said, "This has nothing to do with how much you can contribute!"
"Your era has not yet arrived!"
"More importantly, as the generation before you, we must preserve the sparks for the world to come!"
Before the two children could voice their objections, Jiraiya rushed forward and knocked them both unconscious!
Lifting the two children, Jiraiya looked at Orochimaru and spoke bluntly. "Orochimaru, take them back to the Borderland. You must not return to the battlefield either! Your absence won't have much impact on the battle, but if the knowledge and technology you possess are lost, that would be an immeasurable loss!"
Orochimaru sighed inwardly with complicated feelings. Since going through those years with the Kara Organization, Jiraiya's temperament had completely changed...
He did not put