An orange-red streak of light shot straight into the battlefield like a meteor, trailing a long afterimage.
Susanoo's skeletal arm swept low across the ground, catching a Jashin Cult member who failed to dodge in time. Black light flashed over its hand as True Damage Infusion coated the skeletal fingers. The desperately struggling Immortal Cultist howled as his body was crushed in two.
The severed surfaces of his mutilated limbs were dark red, and an unknown, eerie fluid slumped limply onto the ground.
The entity sustaining the Jashin Cult member's life had died, and with it, his immortal body could no longer hold together.
Hatake Sakumo heard the scream and realized reinforcements had arrived, easing his tension slightly.
From the start of the battle, he had taken on the strongest enemy. Their first few close exchanges had immediately shown him how troublesome his opponent was, leaving him frustrated.
First, the enemy's strength was inhuman. Every clash of force left Hatake Sakumo's arms numb.
Second, his opponent's blood was problematic, with extremely corrosive properties. In his few probing attacks, both kunai and shuriken had been eaten away until they were in tatters. Hatake Sakumo dared not gamble on whether his White Fang could withstand that corrosion, leaving him to struggle along with taijutsu alone.
Another deeply frustrating point was that the Jashin Cult Followers were highly resistant to ninjutsu and seemed to be immortal.
Even with their heads cut off, their bodies could keep fighting. Strange red things writhed on the severed surfaces of their limbs, and as long as those limbs were pressed back against the wounds, they would immediately reattach.
What kind of monsters were these? They definitely weren't human!
He remained on full alert. Though he could still hold his own and fight his opponent to a standstill,