Chapter 221 Kaleidoscope · The Old Tower of Heaven (Ch 221)

From the moment the battle with the enemy began, most of the traps had been triggered or became ineffective, and it was inevitable that the Inuzuka Squad would be exposed under the eyes of the Sunagakure.

Relying on the advantages of traps and terrain, they fought and retreated, and tenaciously eliminated many enemies.

However, human power is limited. Even if they tried their best, facing the surging and continuous Sand Village troops, the Inuzuka Squad, which had managed to hold on until now, could not reverse the decline of the battle line and retreated step by step to the halfway point of the mountain.

If it weren’t for the elite team stationed at Platycodon Mountain nearby who were fighting bravely and sharing most of the pressure, they would have collapsed long ago.

When Naraku saw them, Inuzuka Tsumugi and Kuromaru were standing in front, half of their bodies soaked in blood, protecting Shiranui Genma, whose fighting power dropped sharply due to the use of the Senbon needles and who accidentally injured his left rib.

Might Guy’s Eight Gates has been opened to the third gate, the Gate of Life. His skin has turned red due to congestion, and light green air currents are wrapped around his body. His short black hair is blown upside down.

At this time, there were two puppets attacking from both sides. Kai, aware of being injured, took the initiative to deal with the one on the right, but saw a streak of light flying by, and the one on the left also broke and fell to the ground.

“Naraku!”

A familiar shadow appeared from the gap in the woods, and Might Guy couldn’t help but grin.

But when he saw how bad Naraku’s condition was, his joy turned into worry.

“Are you okay?!”

“fine.”

Naraku cut off the chakra lines of several puppets and threw two special military pills to him, which could replenish chakra to the greatest extent without hurting the body.

Kai stretched out his right hand in front of him, grabbed two balls, and explained: “I have some…”

Then, under Naraku’s disapproving gaze, he quickly threw it into his mouth and said, “I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it.”

Watching Kai eat the Bingliang Pill, Naraku gave all his Senbon to Shiranui Genma, and used the Wound Healing Technique to heal his wounds, finally allowing him to regain some of his self-protection ability.

After learning the current situation from Inuzuka Tsumugi, new enemies surrounded them and the four continued to retreat towards the mountain.

As the defense line shrinks, more and more companions begin to gather.

Naraku first encountered the team that Hyuga Hizashi was in. It seemed that two people were killed, and now only Hizashi and the senior ninja were left.

Later, they saw an Uchiha jonin who had been stationed here for a long time. He was carrying his unconscious companion on his back, and three magatama were spinning in his Sharingan.

Looking at the pair of eyes that were filled with the same sorrow as his own, and even though their lips were slightly blue, Naraku still used some chakra to heal the other person.

The green light of the Palm Immortal Technique was much weaker than before, and even a little intermittent.

Fortunately, it was enough to save the injured person’s life.

Two pairs of Sharingans emitted a faint red light in the dim cave, alternating between light and dark like breathing, as if quietly telling each other’s pain.

No one cares where Uchiha’s cursed power comes from.

I don’t care about the color of those eyes, they are actually the blood overflowing from a broken heart.

No one understands why they go mad except their relatives and close friends who will never wake up again.

After a short pause, Naraku and others were greeted by an even more fierce counterattack from the Sand Village. By dusk, the entire western side of the mountain had been occupied by Sand Village ninjas.

The sun was setting in the west, spreading its afterglow to the best of its ability. The golden light shone directly on the face of every Konoha ninja, but it did not bring any warmth.

The enemies swarmed up like a swarm of ants, with overlapping black shadows, emitting a cold murderous intent that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Might Guy struggled several times to stand up, but his body was overdrawn and he had no strength at all. Even though he bit his teeth until they bled, he could only barely hold up his upper body so that he would not die so miserably.

Wow…

The rustling sound of the tide came closer and closer, and he turned to look at the distant main peak.

A golden sand wave that stretches for nearly a thousand meters and grows higher and higher rises from the ground like a giant beast, proudly overlooking the mountain range, its huge body flashing tiny lights in the setting sun.

It seemed to be announcing to everyone that Sand Village was the final winner of this war.

–Konoha, are we going to lose?

Might Guy stared blankly at the natural disaster formed by the condensed yellow sand, and dropped his arms dejectedly.

Click.

A crisp and loud crack broke the silence, and Might Guy suddenly woke up from his trance. He saw Naraku’s cheek move and his throat made a slight sound, as if he swallowed something.

Half a second later, those pitch-black eyes turned blood red again, and the chains called seals circled around his body and face, but this time there were more of them and the shapes were more complicated, and they were trembling slightly as if they had reached their limit.

The waning moon condensed deep in Naraku’s eyes, and the intertwining trajectories were eerie and beautiful, emitting a soul-stirring chill as they swirled.

Naraku endured the burning of his right eye as if it was burned by flames, bathed in pain and tears of blood, and through the myriad causes and effects, he glimpsed the vision that belonged to God.

[Kaleidoscope: Kaku of Heaven]

The moment the pupil technique was activated, the void seemed to emit a wail of shattering glass, and countless cracks filled with black air spread wildly wherever his sight could reach.

That is the mark of death engraved by the god of death on the surface of all things. It is like a sentence of fate, the end of the life of all things in the world and the end of the soul.

He slowly formed hand seals, so slowly that several Sand Village members not far away sneered in low voices. Even though the Lightning Rods of Thunder had already covered half of the sky, they did not think that the dying struggle of their prey was of any use.

Only Chiyo, who was in the lead, stared at the lightning rods, and vaguely felt a kind of fear from the direction of the spikes.

This terror does not even come from ninjutsu or Naraku itself, but from the gaze and evil thoughts of this magnificent world.

“Retreat quickly!”

She hurriedly ordered her subordinates to defend, stepped back a few steps and used the puppets to block herself.

The next moment, Naraku’s left eye was filled with blood, and [Kaleidoscope·Ame-no-Mikoto] responded to the master’s wish.

–Hit.

The lightning rod instantly drew a series of bright lines and shot quickly into the crowd, splashing blood.

“Hahahaha—uh…”

After the initial surprise, the Sand Villagers realized that most of the lightning rods only scratched some parts that did not hurt or itch. One of them couldn’t help laughing loudly, but halfway through his laugh, he saw his body turning into ashes bit by bit.

“What’s this–“

“My body, I—!”

“Ahhh…”

He looked around with eyes wide open in horror and found that all his stabbed companions were in the same situation. They disappeared completely without saying a word, as if their existence had been forcibly erased.

The only surviving ninja within the coverage area of ​​the lightning rod was Chiyo, and the price she paid was that her bull-headed puppet suffered the same fate as the others.

There were quite a few Sand Villagers around who witnessed the whole process. Before they could react, they watched their stabbed companions disappear without a trace.

The weirdness of everything before their eyes was far beyond the limit. The boundless fear solidified into a big hand, tightly grasping their throats, leaving only the creaking of their teeth.

“What’s this……?”