Ten thousand meters in the air, Shihōin Naraku clapped his hands and stood up.
The wind howled past, blowing his short hair into even greater disarray, strands brushing across his eyes from time to time.
The battle below was nearing its end, and Naraku knew it was time for him to make his entrance.
Without entering Sage Mode, Jiraiya was no match for Deva Path. As for Naruto, he was still too inexperienced. Even if he unleashed four tails, he could not possibly defeat the enemy.
As for Orochimaru, Naraku could tell at a glance that he definitely still had strength to spare. He merely seemed to have other ideas and plans, so he lay off to the side playing dead, with no intention of stepping forward.
There was actually another group that could help rescue Jiraiya and Naruto: Konoha's Tracking Squad. Of course, it was only a possibility. Their strength was still somewhat lacking.
Although they had already leaped out of hiding and charged toward the battlefield without regard for their lives, how much they could actually accomplish remained unknown.
So, at present, the only one who could break the deadlock was Shihōin Naraku!
Naraku stood high in the sky, clouds drifting all around him in the wind as waves of momentum gradually gathered.
Whoosh-
Orange flames ignited all over Naraku's body, enveloping him in an instant. From a distance, he looked like a burning fireball.
The flames danced faster and faster, their scorching heat beginning to sear the surrounding air.
Boom!
The flames erupted, and the temperature soared!
"The show is about to begin!"
As his words fell, Naraku turned and plunged toward the ground like a red comet.
He accelerated faster and faster, crossing the ten-thousand-meter distance in mere seconds.
In the eyes of everyone on the