Not even an afterimage was left behind, Mizukage disappeared directly on the spot.
Obito's Two-Tomoe vaguely captured the trajectory of his movement, but his body couldn't keep up with the reaction of his nerves.
Bang!
A heavy palm slapped Obito on the chest without any fancy.
Obito felt like he was hit head-on by a battering ram. He flew backwards and spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.
His body broke three thick bamboos in succession, and was finally embedded in a rock.
The sour bone cracking sound made people's scalp numb.
"Obito!"
Kakashi's eyes were blood red, and he wanted to rush again while swinging the knife.
Mizukage fingertips flicked slightly.
A high-pressure water whip compressed to the extreme burst out of the ground and tightly wrapped around Kakashi's ankle.
Just throw it around.
Kakashi was swung into the air like a sack, and then hit hard on the hard gravel.
The water whip dispersed.
Kakashi rolled over twice, and Short Sword let go. His mouth and nose were covered with blood foam, and he could no longer get up.
Just three breaths.
Konoha The two great geniuses Jonin were instantly beaten to death and lost all their fighting power.
Mizukage slowly turned his head and stared at Ye again.
Ye appeared to be facing a formidable enemy and put on a defensive posture, but he was cursing secretly in his heart.
This old man is so shady. Obito This kid will probably have to lie in a hospital bed for more than half a year when he goes back.
We can't delay it any longer, this is enough.
Ye relied on Three-Tomoe's dynamic vision and Dacheng Body Flicker Technique to start walking around Mizukage at high speed.
The Ice Release in his hand kept trying, trying to freeze the limbs of Mizukage, but every time it was "just right" by a hair.
The two sides were tugging wildly in the messy woods.
Ye accurately controlled every ounce of his strength, and managed to reveal a fatal flaw in the airtight defense.
Mizukage Put his hands together suddenly.
"Water Release·Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"
Three violent water dragons soared directly from the ground, sealing off all possible escape spaces in the night.
Ye deliberately slowed down for a moment and hit one of the water dragons.
His left shoulder was hit by the water dragon, and his body instantly lost balance. He knelt heavily on one knee, and his shoulder joints made a crisp sound of dislocation.
The second water dragon followed closely behind and collided head-on!
Ye raised the knife with both hands to block, and the huge impact sent him flying ten meters away.
The moment his back touched the ground, Mizukage was already standing directly above him like a ghost.
"Water Release·Water Prison Technique."
A huge high-density water ball formed instantly, forcibly wrapping Ye Zhong's body inside.
The suffocating water pressure squeezed his lungs from all directions.
Ye struggled "desperately" in the water twice, and the Three-Tomoe in his eyes gradually dimmed and dissipated.
The eyelids closed heavily, the body gave up resistance, and floated softly in Water Prison.
Mizukage waved his hand and removed Water Prison.
Ye "plopped" into the mud and completely "lost consciousness".
Mizukage bent his skinny waist and carried Ye on his shoulders like a sack.
Without stopping for even a second, he flew towards the shadows in the southeast direction at high speed.
The battlefield once again fell into appalling silence.
Broken trees and rotten leaves mixed with the pungent smell of blood.
Obito slipped weakly from the pit in the rock and fell to the muddy ground.
The broken ribs were poking at his lungs every second, and every breath he took brought excruciating pain.
He dug his fingers tightly into the cold soil, his nails curled up and bleeding, and he lifted up half of his body bit by bit with great difficulty.
He tried to open his eyes wide and look around.
There was no sign of Lin.
There is no such thing as Ye's lazy and needy figure.
Not far away, Kakashi was lying in the rubble, holding on to the ground with his left hand.
That dead fish eye that had always been arrogant was staring blankly at the disappearing darkness of Mizukage.
Nothing is saved.
Completely defeated.
Obito's body began to shake violently uncontrollably.
Before setting off, I stood in the sun, patting my chest and uttering such big words. At this moment, they were pounding in my mind like a knife.
"I want to drive Mangekyo!"
"I want to be a blockbuster!"
"Everyone please come back safely!"
Not even a single sentence was accomplished.
I am like a useless clown who can only watch my most valued companions being taken away one by one.
He didn't even have the qualifications to get up and fight.
Extreme despair, self-blame, and self-loathing, completely detonating from the deepest part of the soul like a volcano.
When everyone is muddy, death can also be born in the dust!
This extremely desperate emotion turned into the purest and most violent Yin Release Chakra, which went straight to his brain.
Tick tock.
A drop of bright red blood slowly slid down the corner of Obito's right eye and smashed into the mud.
The Two-Tomoe Sharingan in his eyes began to rotate violently like never before.
The two Tomoe were forcibly torn, stretched, and re-fused in the bloody light.
Under the crazy intertwining of blood and despair, the third scarlet Tomoe slowly condensed and took shape.
Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Obito stood up unsteadily in the smelly mud.
The broken ribs prevented him from straightening his back.
But he stared firmly at the darkness in the southeast, his scarlet eyes shining as brightly as Shura in the night.
Kakashi gasped hard, looking into Obito's eyes, his Adam's apple rolled painfully.
"Obito, your eyes..."
Obito did not turn his head, and did not even look at Kakashi.
He raised the back of his hand that was stained with mud and blood, and wiped away the blood still flowing from the corner of his eyes, his voice was hoarse...
"I will bring them all back."
Obito wiped his face vigorously with his right hand covered in mud and blood.
Three brand-new Tomoe were scarlet in the darkness, and the weak pupil light illuminated his fingertips covered with mud and blood.
He bent down, clasped his fingers on the collar of Kakashi in the rubble, and lifted the person onto his shoulders.
The broken ribs immediately felt like tearing pain, and every breath felt like someone was sawing back and forth on the lungs with a dull knife.
Obito bit his back molar, but he didn't make a sound.
Kakashi choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood foam with fragments of internal organs.
His left hand clasped Obito's shoulder, and his voice was hoarse and deformed.
"Your injury..."
"Shut up."
Obito's voice had no warmth at all, "Let's go."
He didn't look at him.
The brand new pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan locked the direction in which Mizukage left.
Two limping afterimages, with dead eyes and a reckless madness, plunged into the depths of the dark forest.
Even if there are eighteen levels of hell ahead, they are determined to bring Ye Helin back alive at all costs.
Among the tree canopies.
Mizukage was carrying Uchiha Ye, who had passed out, on his shoulders. He was extremely fast and silent.
The wind howled in my ears.
During the turbulence, Ye's eyes were tightly closed, even his breathing was pretending to be breathless, and his heartbeat rate dropped to the critical point of dying.
But inside him.
Sage Body's ridiculously vast vitality has long been operating secretly.
The little bit of concussion damage caused by Water Dragon Bullet was repaired without leaving even a bruise.
Ye's consciousness is extremely clear.
Direction, southeast.
The route goes straight into the ground.
Target, Mountain Graveyard, Madara Uchiha's hiding place.
"After acting for so long, the script is finally about to begin."
I murmur to myself at night and relax my mind.
The script has reached this point, exactly as he expected.
Southeast.
A hidden rock formation.
More than thirty Kirigakure ANBU gathered around a special stone jar that exuded an ominous atmosphere, guarding an unconscious girl.
From the cracks in the stone jar, Isobu's violent and cold gray-black Chakra continued to overflow.
The surrounding weeds touch these Chakra and instantly wither into ashes.
Scarface stood on the stone, preparing to give the next order.
Suddenly, a burst of extremely cold water vapor descended on the stone formation.
Third Mizukage The shriveled figure stepped on a stone pillar and fell down without warning, his turbid eyes scanning the whole place.
Scarface was shocked, his knees softened, and he was about to kneel down on one knee to report.
Mizukage's pair of turbid dead fish eyes had already glanced at the stone jar and Lin, and his skinny hands waved casually.
"Leave the people and Three-Tails behind. You guys, return to the front line immediately."