Shukaku looked at the pitiful Four-Tails fox, while the plump tanuki's face was full of relief.
Fortunately, he chickened out quickly enough during the clash in the consciousness space.
Otherwise, wouldn't he get a good beating from Mukai as soon as he came out of the consciousness space?
Tsk tsk, look at this pitiful monkey, look at what it's done to!
It looks like it's throbbing, it must hurt so much!
He, who Shukaku, is a prime example of a wise man who knows when to yield!
Following Mukai, we've already beaten up the other Tailed Beast one after another. I wonder when we'll go to Konoha and beat up the Nine-Tails!
Just thinking about it makes me happy!
Mukai is quite violent!
However, as the master of Shukaku, the violent Mukai is more worthy of its loyalty!
At this moment, as Mukai's number one lackey, Shukaku naturally wouldn't slack off:
"Heh heh heh, you big monkey, you've finally met your match!"
This time, I'll show you what I, Uncle Shukaku, am capable of!
" Sand Waterfall Seal!"
Before he finished speaking, a sandstorm suddenly rose up around Shukaku, blotting out the sky.
These grains of sand, imbued with Magnet Release Chakra, were different from the usual yellow sand; they shimmered with faint purple-gold patterns, a sign that the Sealing Jutsu was being activated.
The sand waves crashed down like a tsunami, but instead of hitting the Four-Tails directly, they rapidly swirled and piled up within a hundred meters of them.
Layer upon layer of sand, like a giant python coiling around, first built a sand wall tens of meters high, isolating it from all outside air, and then the sand wall began to squeeze inward and sink.
"Seal!"
Shukaku's roar echoed across the battlefield. With Minato Namikaze standing on the battlefield holding a specially Kunai, the other Iwa Ninja couldn't come to help.
Within the range controlled by the Yellow Flash, the numerical advantage of these Iwa Ninja means they're nothing more than chickens to be slaughtered!
Their shadows fell down, their eyes vacant as they were embraced by the Kitsuchi.
Han was still recovering from serious injuries, and now that Roshi Complete Tailed Beast Transformation, he had also been sealed away by the opponent.
Has the mighty Iwagakure truly fallen so easily?
As Shukaku's immense Chakra was injected into the sand layer, the sand instantly became harder than steel.
The Four-Tails, battered beyond recognition, sensed the danger, barely managed to raise its head, and let out a resentful roar.
It attempted to use its remaining Lava Release Chakra to condense into a magma ball in its palm to resist.
But before the lava could take shape, a massive layer of sand crashed down, completely burying its body.
This sand mound rose at a visible rate into a pyramid-shaped structure.
The Cursed Seal markings on Shukaku's body lit up, and purple sealing arrays spread along the surface of the sand pyramid, sealing off the entire sand mountain like a spider web.
Inside the sand mound, the Four-Tails' weak struggles caused the sand layers to tremble slightly, but they were unable to break through the sand wall that carried the sealing power.
As Chakra continued to drain away, his aura grew weaker and weaker, until he finally succumbed completely to the Sand Waterfall Seal.
On the battlefield, these Iwagakure were gripped by panic.
Mukai, piloting the War God Mecha in human form, slowly hovered above the battlefield, his voice amplified by the War God Mecha's loudspeaker:
" Ōnoki of Both Scales, you've come to this point. Do you still intend to resist?"
"The war you started has already claimed the lives of countless Iwa Ninja. Do you want me to kill Iwa Ninja all?"
Faced with Mukai's ultimatum, the tall, burly man with Kitsuchi roots spoke in a deep, resonant voice:
"Father, we cannot yield to these Sand Ninja!"
You take good care of your injuries, and I'll go beat them to a pulp!
At this moment, Ōnoki's eyes regained some life. His lips trembled a few times as he pointed to the strange Explosive Tag stuck to his chest and said:
"Let's call a ceasefire and negotiate! We can't win."
They can use strange puppets to perform Hatake Sakumo's swordsmanship; I am no match for them.
The fact that they could stick Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags on me and capture Roshi means they truly have the strength to wipe out all the Iwa Ninja.
"When did the weakest village, Sunagakure, become so powerful?"
As Ōnoki ordered a ceasefire, many Iwa Ninja on the battlefield sat down on the ground and wept bitterly.
The burly Kitsuchi, carrying the short Ōnoki, slowly walked towards the open space between the two armies.
The mighty Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, was now ashen-faced and weak-willed.
The strange paper talisman clung tightly to the clothing on his chest, yet it was like a persistent, incurable infection, impossible to touch.
This is precisely the " Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags " left behind by Konan.
Kitsuchi's footsteps were unusually heavy, each step feeling like a blow to the hearts of all the Iwagakure Ninja.
Reaching the center of the open space, Kitsuchi stopped and gently laid his father down.
Ōnoki forced himself to stand upright, his body swaying slightly, but his eyes remained sharp as he stared directly at Mukai, who represented the group of Konoha Ninja and Sunagakure Ninja.
Mukai, dressed in a strange Puppet Mecha, hovered in mid-air.
Ōnoki felt a mix of emotions. He had lived long enough to have heard of an organization called the Sky Ninja that could control flying ninja tools.
Could this strange creation before us also be related to the Sky Ninja?
Circumstances dictate his actions; he simply didn't have the strength to continue fighting.
"The Mukai of Sunagakure,"
Ōnoki's voice was hoarse, yet it carried the last vestiges of the Tsuchikage's authority:
"And to everyone in Konoha... Iwagakure has chosen to cease hostilities and end this war."
Upon hearing this, another suppressed commotion and sobs erupted within the Iwagakure stronghold.
To these stoneheads, the thought of admitting defeat, especially coming from the Third Tsuchikage himself, was incredibly humiliating.
Ōnoki took a deep breath and continued:
" The Four-Tails has been defeated by you, and I... am also powerless to fight any longer."
Continuing down this path will only result in unnecessary sacrifices for both of us.
We demand a ceasefire.
As a gesture of goodwill...
He pointed to the strange runes in front of him that seemed to exist between reality and illusion, and said:
"In order to better negotiate a ceasefire, please deactivate this Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags."
We are willing to return to the pre-war borders and negotiate on the issue of reparations.
All eyes were on Mukai.
On Konoha's side, Minato Namikaze frowned slightly. He was inclined to accept a ceasefire, after all, Konoha's western front was also exhausted.
The injured Orochimaru licked his lips, his golden snake eyes glancing at a ninja named Kari who was receiving treatment beside him.
It's interesting that they used Tsunade's Medical Ninjutsu, but weren't ninjas from Konoha.
Mukai emerged from the War God Mecha and slowly descended to the ground. His gaze met Ōnoki's, a mocking smile playing on his lips:
"Just a ceasefire? No, Tsuchikage, you've misunderstood."
Ōnoki's pupils contracted.
"There is no such thing as a ceasefire. You only have one choice, Tsuchikage: surrender!"
"What did you say!"
Kitsuchi couldn't help but shout angrily, but was stopped by Ōnoki raising his hand.
Mukai seemed oblivious to the roar of the Kitsuchi and continued:
"You are not qualified to demand a return to the pre-war borders or to negotiate reparations."
As a loser, one can only accept the conditions of the winner.
You have no other choice.