Thick pillars of Earth Release rock erupted from the ground as Gold Dust surged down like a five-story tsunami.
Wind Blades, Lightning Balls, Fire Release, Water Bullets... countless jutsu mingled with Gold Dust, hemming in the man in white from every direction.
A concentrated assault on this scale could wipe a small ninja village straight off the map.
Isshiki finally turned his head.
A cold gleam lit the black-and-yellow Cross-Shaped Pattern in his right eye.
He raised an eyelid and glanced casually at the overwhelming tide of sand and rubble.
"Sukunahikona."
The next second, every attack... vanished into thin air.
Isshiki's technique had shrunk them all.
But to the ninja watching, the sky-filling Gold Dust and the raging wind, fire, lightning, and water seemed to have been erased outright, leaving not a trace.
Ōnoki froze in midair, his head ringing.
He had lived nearly a hundred years and fought through three Shinobi World Wars. Never had he seen anything so absurd.
His attack hadn't been countered. It had simply been erased from reality.
Before the Allied Forces could recover, the sky darkened.
Thousands upon thousands of enlarged Black Rods pierced the clouds and rained down like a torrential downpour, plunging into the Allied Forces' positions.
"Thud, thud, thud!"
The sounds of bodies being pierced ran together.
The Iwagakure heavy infantry in the front ranks were pinned to the frozen ground before they could even scream.
Behind them, the Sunagakure archers had their chests pierced too, bows and all.
In less than ten seconds, screams drowned out the wind and snow.
The outer defenses of the hundred-thousand-strong Allied Forces became a living hell. Black Rods turned the camp into a grotesque forest of impaled bodies.
Isshiki still stood where he was, his gaze utterly calm.
"That's enough. This will do."
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