Scalding yellow sand howled through the sky. Across the Gobi Wasteland, fierce winds whipped grit against the ground with sharp crackles.
The entire world was a murky yellow, without the slightest sign of life. The parched wind was like blazing fire, roasting every corner of the land.
Uchiha Lei walked at an unhurried pace, crushing the yellow sand beneath his feet. His figure stood as straight as a pine, a faint pressure from his Sharingan surrounding him, so overbearing it was suffocating.
Beside him, Pakura, Sunagakure's Scorch Release ninja, pressed her red lips tightly together. Stubbornness filled her stunning, cold face, and her eyes fixed fiercely ahead with a defiance that would sooner die than yield.
Ever since she had been defeated and captured in their fight, she had not spoken a single yielding word. She had remained defiant throughout, refusing to back down no matter how Uchiha Lei pressured her.
"Uchiha Lei, stop dreaming!"
Pakura gritted her teeth, her tone cold and proud. "I am an elite Jonin of Sunagakure. Even if I have been defeated and captured, I will never submit to you! Lord Rasa will come personally to rescue me. Sooner or later, you will die in these sands!"
A cold smile flickered in Uchiha Lei's eyes at her words.
She had been stubborn to the bitter end, refusing to shed a tear until she saw her own coffin.
Since ordinary intimidation could not suppress her pride, he did not mind using the most realistic genjutsu to straighten her out completely.
"Is that so?"
Uchiha Lei turned his head. His crimson three-tomoe Sharingan abruptly lit up beneath the murky yellow sky, their eerie red glow instantly capturing Pakura's gaze.
"Since you trust Rasa so much, I will let you see for yourself how Sunagakure's Fourth Kazekage, whom