The corner of Yan Uchiha's mouth twitched.
A moment ago, he had been ready to fight, but now he found himself staring blankly at the sincere-looking Ōnoki. This old man truly lived up to his title as Tsuchikage. His shamelessness and cunning were on another level.
When he wanted to fight, he could find a lofty justification for ganging up on someone; when he wanted to stop, he could instantly produce an excuse to negotiate.
So this was the Tsuchikage?
Yan Uchiha marveled inwardly, then briefly checked his condition.
Kaido's absolute defense had less than five minutes left at most.
Could he finish Ōnoki in those five minutes?
Unlikely.
His defense was certainly formidable, and Ōnoki could not hurt him for now, but Ōnoki could fly! If a Tsuchikage who could fly through the sky was determined to escape, Yan would have a hard time stopping him for good in such a short time.
As for ignoring Ōnoki and razing Iwagakure's Frontline Camp, that was not impossible. The problem was that five minutes would not be enough for that, either.
Besides, once Ōnoki realized he had been pushed into a corner, he certainly would not let Yan go easily. If the old man dogged him relentlessly, the secret that Kaido's body could only last half an hour would probably come out.
That was his true trump card at present.
Kaido's body and Earth-Traveling Golden Light were best kept hidden if possible. Once his enemies understood his capabilities, who knew what countermeasures the people of the shinobi world might devise?
His Mangekyō Sharingan was not much better off.
He had just used Void on Fourth Raikage A. A mere ten-odd seconds had drained half the ocular power in his right eye. Controlling the Eight-Tails afterward had consumed another portion.
By that