A dozen or so breaths passed.
The gale died down, and Kaguya Jintianwu fell from the sky. His body was riddled with holes, and even his head was mangled beyond recognition. Clearly, the cyclone had shredded him while he was trapped inside the storm.
"Ugh...!"
Yechen let out a muffled groan, his back soaked in blood. As he bent over in pain, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Could they really hurt me that easily?
Of course not!
It was all part of his plan.
Without taking a little damage and pretending to be weak, how could he lure out the enemies lurking in the shadows?
His constitution allowed him to recover quickly, but he channeled the energy within his body to slow the healing.
After surveying the battlefield, he fixed his gaze on two Kirigakure Jonin.
The pressure on the Chunin and Genin had eased considerably, and they now held a decisive advantage over Kirigakure. It was time for him to deal with the trouble on the Jonin side.
The two Kirigakure Jonin were startled to see Yechen approach, but his injuries reassured them somewhat. They decided to join forces and keep him occupied.
The fighting erupted again.
After exchanging dozens of blows, their confidence soared. They discovered that Yechen was struggling more and more to keep pace, and they could even gain the upper hand over him.
In the end, Yechen took another injury to kill them both with the power of Sharingan Genjutsu.
He seemed much weaker now, panting heavily. Even so, not a single Kirigakure ninja dared charge at him.
Having witnessed his methods, they were all filled with dread.
Wherever Yechen cast his gaze, the Kirigakure ninja backed away, not daring to meet his eyes.
This time, rather than immediately joining another fight, he