The sight of a waterfall thirty or forty stories high sent the scene into an uproar.
"Are you insane, Mizukage?!"
The Raikage's furious roar was drowned out by the thunderous crash of water.
He and the Kazekage had only just fought Nangō Kumoi's clones for dozens of exchanges. Their chakra had been severely depleted, and their reactions were no longer at their peak.
Now, faced with this indiscriminate, all-encompassing super Water Release, the two could only put up the most basic defenses—
Lightning Release Chakra Mode at full power! Iron Sand Wall, contract!
The next second, the colossal wave crashed down.
BOOM—!!!
It was not a strike. It was a devouring.
A fifty-meter wall of water came crashing down with the force of tens of thousands of tons, sweeping everything on the beach—scorched earth, wreckage, even some Allied Forces ninja who had failed to retreat in time—into a violent whirlpool.
The Raikage and Kazekage were like two specks of dust, instantly dragged into darkness as deep as the sea.
Farther away, the Allied Forces units that had originally formed ranks around the perimeter, ready to provide support at any moment, were now fleeing frantically toward higher ground.
The waves devoured the coastline like beasts hunting their prey. Dozens of ninja were swept into the water, their screams completely swallowed by the surf.
"Damn it! Third Mizukage! You bastard! Are you trying to kill us too?!"
Kazekage Shamon roared hoarsely beneath the water. Iron Sand spun madly around him, cutting through the currents in an attempt to create air pockets, but the pressure was too immense and the water too turbulent. His struggle seemed utterly powerless.
The Raikage was holding in a furious breath as well. Maintaining Lightning Armor underwater consumed three times as much chakra as it did on land.