The black flames of Amaterasu still burned fiercely, though little heat could be felt around them.
Yet the destructive power within them was terrifying. Even a glance from afar gave the sense that they could burn everything to ash.
The black flames formed a closed triangle, sealing off the center of the Sunagakure Camp.
The smoke and dust from the explosions soon washed away in the rain, revealing the pitted ground.
The enclosed triangle was strewn with severed limbs and the bodies of Sand Shinobi.
The rain had diluted the thick bloodstains, but the devastation of the battlefield still spoke to the cruelty of the Shinobi World.
The Sand Shinobi hiding in the shadows looked around as well. The carnage scattered across the battlefield made many of them tremble.
The dead had been their comrades. Now they lay on the ground, mutilated and still.
The attackers' strength was enough to drive them to despair. They had lost most of their shinobi without even seeing the enemy.
Judging by the bodies, more than thirty had died. A dozen or so others had survived through various Ninjutsu.
Fugaku and his two Shadow Clones surveyed the area. Two high platforms raised by Earth Moving Core stood within the triangle, with three people atop one and two atop the other.
Fugaku focused his gaze. His Mangekyo Sharingan spun, and black flames sprang up on the Sand Shinobi standing on both platforms.
Screams rang out. The five shinobi struggled desperately, but none could extinguish the flames on their bodies.
They curled up and rolled across the ground, trying to use the rainwater to ease the damage from the black flames. It was futile.
One after another, the five shinobi rolled off the raised platforms. The long fall killed them instantly.
A chill ran through the