Against the backdrop of the collapsed mountain range, Lu You sheathed his long blade.
He turned and left.
Gaara followed behind him in something of a daze.
At that moment.
The main force of the Iwa Shinobi had already thrown down their weapons. Some hung their heads, while others looked utterly lost. As the joy of surviving the disaster slowly faded, emotions somewhere between laughter and tears rose within them.
The Land of Earth was gone?!
In less than half an hour, the country and village where they had spent their entire lives had fallen apart.
It was like watching a towering building suddenly collapse before their eyes.
They had no idea where to go.
The blazing sun hung overhead, its light slanting down past the edge of the western ridgeline, casting the shadows of all the motionless Iwa Shinobi across the rubble and ruins.
Where were they to go from here...
In less than half a day, news that the Land of Wind had been breached in a frontal assault and the Land of Earth had been brought down by the Grass God alone reached the other three great nations.
Or rather, many small nations had also realized the gravity of the situation.
The countries surrounding the Land of Grass announced their surrender one after another, declaring that they would not resist and were willing to enter the Land of Grass's embrace.
These included the Land of Crafts, the Land of Rice Fields, and the Land of Hot Water, among others. The Land of Crafts in particular was no small matter.
It was a country skilled at manufacturing ninja tools, especially those with special functions. Its exquisite techniques would be paired with the Land of Grass's terrifying manufacturing capacity.
The Land of Grass would likely become even more