The extreme heat instantly melted the sand on the surface, turning it to glass.
An acrid, scorched smell spread with the waves of heat.
The sand wall burned away visibly, forming glass riddled with impurities.
Large chunks of sand, burned into blackened glass, kept peeling off the wall and crashing onto the roof with dull cracks.
With Rasa using ordinary sand to defend against Fire Release of this caliber, his defenses were far less effective.
Had he not been a reanimated body, Rasa would have fled long ago.
The sand wall was rapidly thinning.
Finally, after more than half the wall had burned away and it had barely weathered the fiercest surge, the remaining flames gradually died out.
Orochimaru seized the opportunity to retreat swiftly out of the danger zone, looking rather bedraggled.
Rasa also breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed the sand wall.
He glanced at Orochimaru, who had just regained his footing beside him, his tone carrying a trace of displeasure and accusation.
"Don't get distracted! And another thing..."
He paused, lowering his voice.
"My gold dust. Did you take it or not?"
After killing Rasa, Orochimaru had taken the large supply of gold dust he routinely used, which had been stored in a specially made scroll.
As a result, the Kazekage could only fight with ordinary sand in this high-level clash, drastically reducing his strength and leaving him unbearably frustrated.
As he spoke, Rasa manipulated the sand beneath his feet into a cloud that lifted him into the air.
He flew over to Orochimaru and stood beside him again, facing the menacing Jiraiya, who was preparing to charge once more.
Orochimaru licked his somewhat dry lips. He did not hide anything when faced with Rasa's question, though his tone was a little helpless. "I haven't sold