Black flames blazed wherever Fan Ling focused his gaze.
This was the ability of his mangekyo sharingan: Amaterasu.
"Aah-"
As the black flames burned, shrill screams rang out.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At the same time, numerous dark figures flashed through the air and appeared before Fan Ling and the others.
"Fan Ling, we brothers have no interest in your Blood Sect. Our target is the Black Skull Tomb. If you know what's good for you, stay out of this."
"Otherwise, I won't mind killing you here."
A middle-aged man in a black robe patterned with red clouds spoke as he stared coldly at Fan Ling.
Several people dressed the same way followed behind him.
Their clothes were none other than the Akatsuki uniforms from Naruto.
They were also among the fashions that had recently become popular in the Black-Corner Region.
"Mo Erhan, since they're after your Black Skull Tomb, I won't interfere."
"You can have a little chat with them!"
Fan Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, then took a few steps back.
He was not afraid of them. Rather, he wanted to use this opportunity to see how strong Mo Erhan was.
"Heh, very well. Let these people witness the methods of the Black Skull Tomb."
Mo Erhan smiled and stepped forward slowly.
Then, with a light stamp of his foot, dense, spiderweb-like cracks spread out around him.
Powerful dou qi shot into the sky, forcing quite a few people to retreat.
"He's strong, but he's only at the Dou Zong level, right?"
"In the past, a Dou Zong would definitely have stood at the very top of the pyramid in the Black-Corner Region. These days, though, that's a little lacking."
"He probably has more than just his Dou Zong cultivation. Who in the Black-Corner Region doesn't have a few