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However, what happened next was astonishing.

Neither the surging sea of ​​grass nor the powerful Clear Sky Hammer pierced through the body of the Konoha ninja.

It was as if he were merely a reflection on the water's surface.

"what's the situation?"

"This...could I be under an illusion?"

The adjutant quickly formed a hand seal to dispel the hallucination.

Just then, the Konoha ninja opposite him suddenly leaped up, as if standing in mid-air. Then, a spatial vortex twisted and formed in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of kunai shot out from the spatial vortex, so numerous and wide-ranging that they could cover the entire team!

Whoosh...

A sharp whistling sound tore through the air!

"Be prepared!" Dong Siren calmly gave the order.

These flying kunai may seem terrifying, but they are actually not scary.

Upon receiving the command, the Iwagakure ninjas joined forces to summon a massive earthen wall, blocking all the kunai.

Strangely, even though they knew the kunai attacks were ineffective, the Konoha ninja continued to throw kunai, scattering them in all directions.

The alarm bells rang loudly in the hearts of the dead in the east.

A terrifying thought popped into my head.

—Those kunai, could they be…?

"Go and retrieve a kunai."

The Eastern Dead Man gave an order to an Iwagakure ninja.

"Yes!"

A moment later, the Iwagakure ninja returned.

His face was streaked with tears, snot and tears mixed together, his whole body trembled, and he held a kunai in his hand as he walked tremblingly toward the Eastern Dead Man.

"Team...Captain"

Seeing his subordinates like this, Dong Siren's heart sank.

But he still held onto a sliver of hope and accepted the kunai.

Upon seeing this, the dead man in the east almost fainted.

The four large characters "Sword of Endurance and Love" were prominently engraved on the kunai.

Is there even a question? Every Iwagakure ninja who steps onto the battlefield must recognize this mark.

Because it is the Flying Thunder God Mark of Konoha's Golden Flash!

"Captain... what should we do?"

The subordinate was filled with despair; all around him were flying thunder god kunai, and escape seemed impossible.

Dong Siren forced himself to remain calm: "Relay the order..."

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The words had barely left his lips when suddenly, a shockwave, as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse, erupted!

Boom! ! !

The Eastern Dead Man suddenly raised his head and saw a pale blue giant slowly rising into the air, exuding extraordinary majesty.

The giant had wings on its back and held a huge blade, pointing straight at the sky!

"What is this?!"

The dead man's eyes were bloodshot.

He was filled with remorse; the decision to attack Konoha tonight seemed too hasty.

Before he could decide, the towering giant had already swung his sword and brought it down!

"spread!"

The roar of the dead man from the east shook the heavens!

With a deafening roar, the three hundred elite soldiers instantly transformed into hundreds of shadows, scattering in all directions to escape.

boom!

The giant blade swept past, carving a deep wound into the earth.

All the Iwagakure ninjas were dumbfounded. What terrifying existence were they facing?

Dong Siren's throat tightened; who exactly was this person?

"what!"

"uh"

Suddenly, his companion's wailing tore through the night sky, and the Dead Man in the East hurriedly turned around.

Under the moonlight, a golden light flashed like lightning through the ranks, and those it touched fell silently, utterly powerless to resist.

On the battlefield, the Flying Thunder God Kunai rained down on the entire battlefield, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half of his elite troops were lost!

Jin Guang paused under the gaze of the dead man in the east.

His handsome, sunny face was revealed; it was Minato Namikaze. He smiled slightly and gestured to the dead man in the east.

"Namikaze Minato!"

A chill ran through Dong Siren's heart; that smile was like a summons from the Grim Reaper, making him tremble all over.

Minato Namikaze's name is known to everyone in the ninja world.

"Hahaha!"

"Great, it's the Golden Flash! We're doomed!"

Behind the dead man in the east, one of his henchmen laughed maniacally, on the verge of collapse.

With Susanoo shattering mountains and rocks behind him and the Golden Flash appearing in front of him in an instant, he's doomed!

Everything is so spicy!

At that moment, Minato Namikaze suddenly raised a kunai.

"Time-Space Flash Swallow Dance Combo"

In an instant, everything went black before the Eastern Dead Man's eyes, and he lost consciousness.

Only in his final moments did he vaguely hear the name of Minato Namikaze's technique.

He's faster than sound.

Iwagakure intends to attack three hundred elite troops from the Land of Fire, along with their general, Higashi Shijin.

They were all annihilated!

The Konoha side only sent two people.

Chapter 92 Obito: Madara, I'm coming for you!

Not far from the Land of Fire, the Iwagakure army set up camp, a heavy atmosphere hanging over the camp.

Inside the main tent of Iwagakure, the Tsuchikage Onoki's voice rose several decibels, filled with unbelievable shock.

"You mean, our Iwagakure's three hundred elite troops, plus the elite Jonin Hidden Dead Man, were inexplicably wiped out in just half an hour?"

Onoki's gaze was fixed on the reporter who had come to report, his eyes wide open as if he had heard something unbelievable.

Even if you spread out three hundred pigs, it would take half a day to catch them. If you put three hundred people in, they would all be dead in less than half an hour.

It's important to understand that they spent half their time traveling after setting off, and the actual combat time was extremely short.

How could someone disappear in the blink of an eye?

"Yes……"

The reporter lowered his head, not daring to meet Onoki's stern gaze.

Upon receiving confirmation again, even someone as shrewd as Onoki found his breathing becoming rapid.

What on earth is the Eastern Dead Man up to?

Three hundred elite ninjas, gone in an instant—even for the powerful Iwagakure village, such a loss would be an unbearable blow.

"Old man, are you alright?" Onoki's son, Koto, quickly stepped forward to help him up, his expression full of worry.

"I'm fine..."

Onoki took a deep breath, barely managing to compose himself, and waved for his subordinate to leave.

After the man left the tent, Onoki slowly walked to the table and sat down.