On the Nine-Tails' battlefield, the tailed beast had broken free of the Sharingan's control and regained its senses.
Even so, the Nine-Tails had no intention of letting this group of Konoha ninja control it so easily, and it continued to resist and struggle tentatively.
However, fearless Konoha ninja surged forward like locusts to besiege it, while Hiruzen Sarutobi, Ino-Shika-Cho, and other ninja skilled in secret techniques held the line, joined by various sealing squads including the Uzumaki Clan. Amid the brutal battle
Qinggu was only palm-length. It raised its small green dragon head; only half its horns had grown in, and with its head tilted slightly, it was unexpectedly rather adorable.
He then found the video he had recorded and watched it carefully several times. Each viewing gave him a different feeling, and each time he gained some combat experience.
"So Reporter Gong will still insist on your so-called principles?" Xu Yi asked again.
"There's a ghost at Jiangcun Middle School. My son was scared out of his wits, Uncle, did you know?" Jiang Xiaokun asked.
Zhang Shigui and several escort chiefs apologized repeatedly, dispatching five hundred guards in four groups to search for traces of the enemy.
The Blood Ghost Clan had three god-level experts, known as the Three Ancestors. These three god-level Blood Ghost Clan ancestors were the clan's strongest force.
Master's old face seemed never to show much fluctuation, just like his heart, tempered by the vicissitudes of time.
Now, from head to toe, from his face and hair to his clothes, there was not a single part of him that did not resemble Tantai Hong.
Gao Zhengru nodded with an unpleasant expression. Everything had been caused by their own people, so there was nothing unfair about the clan chief's arrangement, and nothing he could say against