Naruto: I, who fooled the ninja world, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 90 Blood Flows Backwards
The ninja tool that Hyuga Kumokawa prepared for himself is suitable for someone with a high level of mastery of Wind Release chakra nature transformation; the higher the mastery, the sharper the feathers become.

The exceptionally resilient Earth Grudge Fear Black Lines were as fragile as paper before these white feather blades infused with Wind Release chakra!
Black threads with a biological texture were scattered like raindrops, but the pure white feathers were also scattered on the ground in large numbers.

"..."

A brief silence enveloped the underground palace, everyone stunned by the sudden and visually striking scene.

Hinata Kumokawa hovered in the air, his holy wings covered in white light.

The wall beside him cast a hazy glow, illuminating his flawless face, while his profile was hidden in the shadows of the glow, creating a deep and aloof silhouette.

Kakuzu manipulates those twisted black lines, his entire body showing no trace of humanity, resembling a hideous monster from hell.

In the dim light of the underground palace, the two of them formed the purest and most shocking contrast, where light and darkness collided and annihilated each other!
"Boy! You are looking for death!"

Upon hearing the word "filth" uttered by the other party, Kakuzu's emerald eyes darkened, and the rage in his eyes seemed to want to devour him alive.

If he weren't worried about revealing too much information and still not being able to silence everyone present, he would have already used a combination ninjutsu!
Damn it! Why are all these guys getting such powerful stuff?!
"go!"

This body is just a wooden clone. Hyuga Kumokawa has no intention of getting entangled with Kakuzu. His wings instantly closed and then flapped.

call! !

He transformed into a streak of white light, instantly tearing through the murky air in the underground palace and shredding the black line tentacles blocking his way like rags.

He casually grabbed the Konoha ninja holding the broken sword and dashed towards the entrance!

The pair of white wings drew two graceful white arcs in the air, leaving only specks of white light and countless black fragments falling from the sky.

The instant he flew out of the entrance, Hyuga Kumokawa's pupils lowered slightly, meeting a pair of scrutinizing Rinnegan eyes.

Without giving Nagato any chance to make a move, his figure vanished from his sight in an instant, rapidly ascending upwards along the thousand-meter abyss.

At the same time, others rushed out of the underground palace and towards the "path to survival" outside.

They expected to be attacked by those outside, but when they took that step, they were met with air even thicker than inside the underground palace.

The air was no longer air, but a stagnant, heavy blood mist carrying an extreme stench and the aura of death!
"What, what is this??"

A Cloud Village ninja instinctively took a breath, and the smell, accompanied by a chill, rushed straight to his brain, causing his stomach to churn violently and his face to turn pale.

Beneath their feet was no longer solid ground, but a warm, slippery, deep red swamp that went up to their heels, each step stirring up sticky blood and tissue mixed in with it.

Further away, countless severed limbs piled up into small mountains, and blood slowly flowed down from the "mountains," gathering into crimson pools at their feet.

— Rivers of blood flowed backwards.

The area in front of the entrance to the underground palace had been transformed into a slaughterhouse where flesh and blood were ground up in the short time they entered the palace.

Like the most eccentric artist splashing their life across a canvas, it tells of their despair and struggle when death comes.

What is most chilling is not the hellish scene itself, but the two figures standing silently in the center of this hellish landscape.

As the madman who created this scene, there was no heavy breathing, no ferocious triumph, only a cold indifference after the deed was done.

The distorted contrast between the extreme gore and the cold indifference caused a bone-chilling cold to explode in their heads, running down their spines!

So, someone made a move.

The first person to make a move was not the seemingly crazy and mentally unstable Long Zhe, but the guy who wore a black robe from beginning to end and behaved very normally and unassumingly.

The bloody and familiar scene before him seemed to stimulate him, his eyes turned blood red and his pupils changed to a straight line.

"That is……"

Seeing this scene, the previously bored 'Shadow' suddenly showed a hint of interest.

"The Blood Pool Clan, Blood Dragon Eye?"

The bloodline limit that appears in "Sasuke's True Story: The Light Chapter" is the same as the Sharingan, which can be awakened through strong emotional stimulation.

Not only does it also have the reputation of "hypnotic eyes", it is also extremely excellent in the field of illusion.

Humans can be turned into "human bombs," using blood as a medium to unleash various ninjutsu techniques.

However, the Blood Pond Clan has now been wiped out, just like Itachi Uchiha, by their own clan. Those who need strong emotions to awaken their powers are all somewhat tainted by this disease.

The Blood Pool Clan should now only have two members left, and the guy in front of me is probably the one who slaughtered the clan, Miyajo En.

"Interesting." 'Shadow' hadn't expected that his scheme would reel in such an unexpected fish.

"So?" He turned to look at Nagato beside him and asked with a smile, "Interested?"

Before Nagato could answer, Miyajo En had already raised his bow and aimed it at the two of them, his fingers touching the invisible bowstring, his arm veins bulging.

The blood mist surrounding him swirled and converged as if drawn together, instantly condensing into a scarlet arrow made of blood.

ejaculate.

call out!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, with a chilling shriek, the scarlet arrow shot out swiftly, transforming into a streak of crimson light, its form obscured.

"Just a fool who can't tell the difference in strength between himself and the enemy," Nagato said.

As soon as he finished speaking, 'Shadow' swung out a blade formed from a shadow, tearing through the blood mist in the air.

It's like using black ink to paint a scarlet full moon on blood-red rice paper.

Bang!
In mid-air, the piercing arrow of blood was blasted apart by a terrifying force, instantly shattering into pure blood that splattered across the air!

Immediately afterwards, the blade flashed like spilled blood ink, its momentum undiminished, tearing through Miyajo En's body!

puff!

A brilliant burst of blood erupted in front of him, and he was sent flying backward by the blow.

They didn't mourn for Miyajo En even for a moment.

The Prajna disciples immediately took over the battlefield next.

呲!
A figure wearing a Prajna mask appeared behind 'Shadow', and in 'Shadow's' blind spot, it crouched low and drew the sword from its waist, slashing at his body.

The blade was drawn and slashed across the scabbard, producing a clear, resounding sound. The wind whipped around the blade, creating turbulent clouds that seemed to transform into white patterns on the blade.

It was so fast that the blade was no longer visible, only an arc of light could be seen, and the whistling sound of it cutting through the air was like the howling of a dead ghost in the wind.

A very strong swordsman and samurai.

Especially after obtaining that chakra blade.

but……

"Why did you have to be behind me of all places?"

Accompanied by the 'Shadow's' sigh, the shadow transformed into a sharp blade and slashed out lightly.

"..."

The leader of the Prajna sect remained frozen in the posture of drawing his sword with all his might, but his mask suddenly split neatly in two from his brow to his chin with a 'snap'.

After the mask silently slid off, a straight line of blood gradually expanded and lengthened on the man's face beneath the mask...

puff! !
Blood seemed to burst forth from a critical point, and the body, split in two, fell to either side.

Nagato made no move from beginning to end because he now had a basic understanding of the capabilities of his "partner".

He simply raised his hand to the chakra blade, and Universal Pull drew it into his hand and gripped it tightly.

"This sword is not bad," Nagato said softly.

“It’s yours,” 'Shadow' said with a smile.

The fact that Nagato, who never used a sword before, has now chosen one speaks volumes about his change of heart.

Out of hatred and anger towards Madara Uchiha, he even felt a certain disgust for those Rinnegan eyes.

In the distance, seeing the two chatting as if no one else was around, the pupils of the two wooden figures narrowed.

However, just as she gestured to the other Cloud Village ninjas, preparing to rush over...

"That's enough, I'm really tired of killing."

'Shadow' suddenly raised his hand and pointed in the opposite direction, saying helplessly, "The exit is over there, not on my side. Don't come here to die."

Upon hearing this, the crowd, who had been either trembling with fear or itching to act, froze, staring blankly at the 'shadow'.

(End of this chapter)