"What the fuck? What's going on?"
Darui's eyes widened as he stared at the scene unfolding before him in shock. He could hardly believe his eyes.
He instinctively rubbed the corners of his eyes, as though that would help him see more clearly, but reality told him this was no illusion.
He had spent so long training and refining his ninjutsu. How could something this inexplicable happen?
He had absolute confidence in his ninjutsu. There was no way it would simply veer off course.
After all, if he couldn't even control the direction of his ninjutsu, how could he possibly have become a jonin?
While Darui stood stunned, he suddenly heard someone shout:
"Darui, above you!!"
He snapped his head up and saw a mysterious figure in a black robe hovering in the sky like a phantom, radiating an aura that made his heart tremble.
"Everyone, watch the sky! Be careful of that guy!!"
The Fourth Raikage's voice rang out as well. His expression was exceptionally grave, clearly wary of the black-robed figure.
The Raikage's heart tightened as he realized the situation was even worse than he had imagined.
The Eight-Tails and Nine-Tails were locked in a fierce battle, while he himself had suffered serious injuries in the earlier fighting. He could barely bring out the full power of his Lightning Armor anymore.
In other words, almost no powerful ninja remained in the village who could pose a threat to Yemu Hyuga in the sky.
Wasn't there still Darui?
But against an enemy this powerful, Darui probably wouldn't survive even a single exchange before Yemu Hyuga crippled him.
The Fourth Raikage couldn't help shouting, "Yemu Hyuga, I never imagined you would come to Kumogakure!"
His voice carried a trace of surprise and anger.
Yet the black-robed figure remained remarkably calm