Three streaks of red light darted back and forth through the sky with impunity!
Whenever the red light flashed above the Cloud Ninja camp, a violent explosion followed.
Under such relentless bombardment, the entire camp descended into utter devastation.
Cruelly beautiful flowers of death bloomed across the desolate plains.
The terrifying explosions and shock waves destroyed everything!
The air raid's effects were horrific. It was as though an extremely violent earthquake had just struck the area. Countless severed limbs, rocks, wood splinters, and other debris flew into the air, but before they could fall, the rising flames swallowed them all.
After a long time, the explosions finally ceased.
Fourth Raikage A stood there blankly, unable to understand why he had not died!
He should have died!
"Hah... hah... hah..."
The Fourth Raikage tried to speak, only to find that he could make nothing but hoarse, indistinct sounds.
Blood and severed limbs littered the ground, and A's ears were filled with the agonized groans of the Cloud Ninja who had survived by sheer luck.
The ghostlike speed of the attacks and the terrifying power of the explosions had utterly broken the Cloud Ninja's nerve.
Aside from the crackling flames and the groans of gravely wounded Ninja, the entire camp was eerily quiet.
"Screee-"
A clear bird cry echoed across the sky, and the Fourth Raikage faintly glimpsed several black specks flickering high overhead.
In the clear sky, Shihōin Naraku stood on Gore Magala's back and gazed down at the wildly bombarded land, where smoke hung thick.
"That was a little too powerful. I thought I'd have to finish them off, but from the looks of it, there's no need."
"Hardly anyone survived. The Fourth Raikage was pretty lucky to survive even that bombardment."
Naraku had not deliberately spared the Fourth Raikage.