I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

But he was still Obito in the end.

Obito possesses the Mangekyou Sharingan!

Those special eyes gave him the most acute perception.

His vital points were avoided, and of the three horizontal swords slashing down from all directions, only one blade grazed his skin, while the other two pierced right through him.

This was because he was a beat slow to react.

"The death of a beloved, the helpless bystander, savor it all."

A cold, evil voice emanated from its mouth, and the samurai sword disappeared into the eerie falling feathers.

However, the scenario Obito imagined did not occur.

The blade did indeed transmit a tangible feeling of being pierced, but the girl in sight remained completely unharmed.

Such an illogical outcome immediately filled him with doubt.

However, Huang did not stand there stunned.

A cluster of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps quietly appeared in this space. This time, the owner of the will-o'-the-wisps did not wait for it to fully form a portal across realms, but impatiently reached out its white little hand and tore open the passageway directly.

Because she could sense the urgency of the Onmyoji.

Obito's blood was brought back to Ushi no Toki by his clone, and during this time, Ushi no Toki did not say a word.

Huang believed that the other party would understand what he meant.

Moreover, Xun's protective power can only protect one person, so he must keep a close eye on that bastard.

Of course, Ara had considered using the taunting power of the terracotta warriors, but he didn't know if such an ability would be effective against a strong person like Obito, or how long it could last. Therefore, he dared not gamble on it.

"Oh?"

"Is it a special ability that transfers damage?"

Obito slowly spoke as he sheathed his katana, because a dark red mark had appeared out of nowhere on the boy's chest, as if he had been stabbed by a knife.

"Also, aren't you going to introduce this little girl who was summoned?"

As he spoke, he raised his blade again and plunged it into the clump of falling feathers.

'Ha, shifting the blame.'

'Then let's deal with those who have suffered harm first!'

His eyes were full of mockery.

I've never seen such a stupid guy.

Oh.

Yahiko, who has been gradually forgotten in memory, is one of them.

Blood gradually soaked Huang's clothes; even the weakened damage couldn't withstand the cumulative effects of repeated attacks.

He's in really bad shape right now; even his once straight back is starting to hunch over, and he's just barely holding on.

However, he was still not freed from the demonic possession and shielded the woman of the hour of the 11 o'clock with his back.

Quan's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse from excessive shouting.

It wasn't that she didn't want to escape, nor that she didn't want to resist.

But Obito clung to him like a persistent, intractable disease, rendering him powerless to offer any real resistance. Choosing suicide would be tantamount to handing Ara a blade himself.

"I'm getting a little tired of it."

Obito muttered to himself, his eyes growing increasingly cold and sinister.

This situation made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

You can't protect her!

The katana was raised again, flames wreathing it.

Even if this guy was once a loser, he is still a member of the Uchiha clan.

But at that moment, the woman of the ox suddenly moved out from behind Ara, her chanting already finished.

"No, I won't let you hurt my Lord Ara again!"

"Curse Kill!"

Her eyes were slightly red, her voice was frantic, and the straw doll in her hand, which was stained with blood, was instantly engulfed by the dark green cursed fire!

Chapter 81 This is my domain.

Thump!

Obito Uchiha was slammed hard into the alternate dimension he had created, curling up on the cold ground without any regard for his appearance, his orange one-eyed mask lying to the side.

"what!!"

A painful scream lingered in the silent space.

His face, branded with horrific scars, was contorted in a grotesque grimace; beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and his clenched fists cracked loudly.

What kind of pain is this?!

He felt as if a tough and sharp cone of fire was hammering and chiseling at every joint and bone in his body.

The inexplicable burning sensation sent shivers down his spine.

Obito had forgotten how long it had been since he had tasted such pain. No, it had long since transcended the realm of pain; it was torture, torture of his entire being, of every bone, and of every cell.

Fortunately, he had experienced something similar to this inhuman ordeal before, which allowed him to withstand the first wave of torment and barely escape by tearing open space; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

After an unknown amount of time, the torment that had driven him to the brink of madness gradually subsided, and the cells in his body began to reactivate, repairing the damaged body.

"Curse killing?"

Obito Uchiha, supporting himself, gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

"Could it be related to the evil cult that exists in the Land of Rivers? I've heard that there's an immortal human named Hidan there who's also skilled in curses."

"The aftereffects of this curse seem to fade with distance."

"As for the medium for the spell, it should be the blood that was accidentally obtained by that brat."

He constantly reflected on and analyzed things.

At the same time, it was also carefully tearing open space to spy on the outside world, looking for the best time to attack, because the existence of Hashirama cells allowed it to do whatever it wanted with its eye techniques.

Moreover, he couldn't rest easy letting such a potential threat live.

.......

At the same time, a perfectly round red pill materialized in Huang's hand.

Intermediate-grade physical medicine pills, the result of a thousand days of wielding the knife ten thousand times a day.

Even during the two years he spent frantically performing missions and tempering himself with blood and fire, he never stopped training for daily tasks. The reason he didn't use it on ordinary days was to use it now, when it was most dangerous and he needed to improve his strength the most.

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, a warm energy surged rapidly through his body. Huang felt every cell and every bone stretching and groaning.

Strength gradually gathered.

"Lord Ara, I..."

The girl of the hour of the ox was pale. The straw doll in her hand had been burned to ashes by the cursed fire. It would take time to weave a new cursed vessel with her demonic power.

This time, she failed again.

"fine."

Huang, vigilant in all directions, offered words of comfort.

The curse of the woman of the hour of the ox has two intractable obstacles: first, the physical condition and strength of the person being cursed; second, the distance between the cursed person and the cursed person.

In the former case, a taijutsu master like Might Guy would certainly be better able to resist the erosion of the curse by Kakashi; in the latter case, the closer the distance, the more obvious the effect of the curse would be.

In contrast, Obito not only possessed Hashirama's cells, the cells belonging to the First Hokage, but also had the ability to freely sever space and escape, making it extremely difficult for him to be directly killed by a curse.

"Ah."

The woman of the hour of the ox gave a soft hum and said nothing more, but her white finger bones curled into her palm.

This will absolutely not happen a third time!

'She swore!'

But at that moment, a series of shallow messages began to circulate in his mind.

[Good]: Uchiha Naoki's apology

[Good]: Uchiha Shin's apology

[Good]: Uchiha Rinho's apology

........

[Good]: Uchiha Minghuo's approval (erased)

[Good]: Uchiha En Island's recognition (erased)

[Good]: Uchiha Hachimoku's approval (erased)

The sudden news startled Huang, who was on high alert.

Although he had long ago been prepared to give up everything and bear all the blame.

However, when all of this actually happened, his heart suddenly clenched, and an uncontrollable pain swept through his entire body. It was a pain even more excruciating than being struck by 243 blades in the illusion of Jiahang!

The pain caused him to clutch his chest and slowly bend over.

'Ho, ho.'

His breathing became heavy and labored, and tears that had long been dried burst forth at this moment.

"shortage!"

Quan gasped, her eyes already red-rimmed, but she dared not come closer.

Because she knew clearly that Huang could not protect two people at the same time in such a small space.