There was no time for him to mourn; feeling his nose sting, Kakashi gritted his teeth and nodded heavily, "Please!"
After speaking, he hoisted the heavily injured and unconscious Tsunade onto his back, leading the few remaining battered remnants to continue their flight deeper into the forest.
Behind them, the pursuers of the Ōtsutsuki Clan moved with startling speed, like sharks smelling blood.
The Konoha Ninja who stayed behind to cover the rear totaled only three to five individuals, while what they faced were over a dozen Ōtsutsuki monsters with Byakugan.
Under the perspective of the Byakugan, their hiding spot was nothing short of a joke.
Seeing these reckless ants actually dare to block the way, cruel sneers appeared on the faces of the Ōtsutsuki crowd.
Did they think they could stop the gods' pace with these few pieces of rotten flesh?
It was simply a pipe dream.
Suddenly, several white figures burst out from the woods, each gripping jet-black Yin-Yang Release Black Rods in their hands, stabbing toward those Chunin like lightning.
The speed was too fast, so fast that there was not even time to weave Hand Seals; in merely a single encounter, those Chunin were poked into beehives.
Without even putting up a decent resistance, they turned into a field of corpses.
The Ōtsutsuki pursuers did not even glance at the corpses beneath their feet, continuing to dash forward at a mad pace.
Chōjūrō, rushing over hastily behind them, finally arrived at the scene with Kisame and Mei.
Looking at the Konoha Ninja corpses on the ground whose bodies were still warm, Chōjūrō gripped his twin swords tightly.
"It looks like they just fought!"
Chōjūrō said with some worry, "If this bunch of Konoha Ninja aren't our target, wouldn't we be wasting our effort for nothing?"
Kisame