At that exact moment, Kakashi's Sharingan flared fiercely: "This suffocating chakra is..."
Kirigakure!
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist?!
This was the first time in Kakashi's life that he felt such unadulterated joy upon sensing the chakra of shinobi from another village, let alone the notorious Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
This sounded simply like heavenly music!
He truly never expected that when the haze of despair completely enveloped his heart, the ones who would tear through the darkness to bring light were actually this group of shinobi from Kirigakure.
This plot twist was simply too dramatic!
Kisame's signature shark-like face wore a hint of playfulness, while the Samehada in his hands had long been yearning for action.
He stared fixedly at the few members of the Ōtsutsuki Clan floating in mid-air.
"That's a really unpleasant monster strength you've got there. You guys who call yourselves Ōtsutsuki certainly have a few tricks up your sleeves."
Although Kisame still spoke in a lazy and relaxed tone, the muscles all over his body were already quietly tensed.
Only he knew in his heart just how grim the current situation was.
Those few head-on clashes just now had left the webbing of his hands tingling from the impact.
The chakra surging within these pale-skinned freaks could simply be described as bizarre.
It was a savage and tyrannical power that reached an extreme.
If it were the opponents he had encountered in the past, taking a direct hit from his heavy blow just now would have resulted in at least a few broken ribs, if not immediate death on the spot.
Yet what about the fellow before him?
He had clearly taken it head-on with zero preparation, yet stood there completely unscathed.
This defense was simply outrageously absurd.
These guys were definitely