Slayer: Look directly at the Seraph, standing on the sun

The Tsuchikage, Onoki, stood there calmly, his wrinkles appearing even more pronounced, his aura almost suffocating everyone present. Zhang Hai, however, clearly did not back down; instead, relying on his composure and precise judgment, he maintained his own rhythm.

"You're very confident." Onoki's deep voice ripped through the sky like thunder. "But do you think you can turn this battle around all by yourself?"

Zhang Hai smiled faintly, offering no reply, but instead meeting the Tsuchikage's gaze with his deep eyes. At this moment, everything on the battlefield seemed to be under his control. Despite facing the Tsuchikage's despairing Dust Release power, Zhang Hai showed no sign of wavering.

Meanwhile, a silent argument erupted between Kakashi and Obito in the distant woods. Kakashi gripped the hilt of Chidori tightly, his gaze icy and seemingly unyielding.

"The mission is more important than anything else, Obito." Kakashi's voice was completely calm. "We are here to complete the mission, not to lose everything because of personal emotional impulses."

A flash of anger crossed Obito's eyes. He gripped the hilt of his ninja sword tightly, his face darkening. "What's wrong with you, Kakashi? The mission? Do you really think these cold, hard rules are more important than our lives and our comrades?"

Before he could finish speaking, Kakashi waved his hand impatiently and said coldly, "You don't understand. A hero is someone who follows the rules and calmly executes missions. Not someone like you, acting recklessly and getting caught up in the mire of emotions."

Obito was startled, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. An indescribable anger and sadness rose in his heart. "Do you really think I don't understand what a mission is? Kakashi, someone as cold-blooded as you, do you think you understand what friendship and teamwork are? You'll never know."

The emotional rift between the two deepened with the outburst of words. Obito angrily turned away, almost unwilling to look at Kakashi again, while Kakashi maintained his usual indifference, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Can you two calm down?" Lin's voice was tinged with anxiety. She stood to the side, looking somewhat at a loss. "Now is not the time to argue. We must deal with the enemy in front of us first."

Kakashi's gaze suddenly shifted to Rin, his eyes softening slightly. Though still calm, they revealed an indescribable concern. "Rin, don't worry, I know my mission."

However, Obito stared intently at Rin, his eyes filled with protectiveness. "Rin, you have to be careful. We don't know what will happen next."

At that moment, the sound of Zhang Hai clashing with the Tsuchikage echoed from the front lines of the battle. The power of Dust Release surged through the air, tearing apart the surrounding space. With a deafening explosion, Zhang Hai skillfully dodged the Dust Release attack, landing easily on the ground, his posture still elegant and unaffected.

"Do you really think this kind of attack can defeat me?" Zhang Hai said with a sneer. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a sense of confidence and calmness. "I have already made preparations."

The Tsuchikage, Onoki, raised an eyebrow slightly. Although his Dust Release technique was powerful, Zhang Hai's reaction speed and tactical layout caught him somewhat off guard. Zhang Hai did not directly confront him, but instead used extremely clever tactics to avoid Onoki's attack and vanished into the dust in an instant.

"Onoki, no matter how strong your attacks are, you're nothing but a paper tiger." Zhang Hai's voice echoed from all directions like a ghost. "You only know how to suppress with force; you don't understand true strategy at all."

The Earth Shadow's face darkened, clearly angered by Zhang Hai's words. Although his Dust Release technique was unmatched, he now began to doubt whether his plan had flaws.

"You're just a Kage ninja, what right do you have to boss me around?" The Tsuchikage's voice was filled with sarcasm and anger. Then, he formed hand seals and chanted in a low voice, "Particle Style: Detachment Technique!"

With a low shout from Onoki, the power of Dust Release spread out once more, instantly turning the dust in the air into countless tiny particles that violently swept towards Zhang Hai. The immense energy had virtually nowhere to escape, and even the space itself trembled.

Zhang Hai had anticipated this, and with a sudden leap, he drew his Thunder Blade, precisely slicing through the air. Just as he was about to be surrounded, he used the sharpness of his swordsmanship to quickly cut through part of the Dust Escape attack.

However, this was far from enough. He knew that only by controlling the enemy's psychology could he better grasp the situation. Zhang Hai smiled coldly, his voice sharp as a knife: "Is this all your strategy is? If you think you can defeat me with just this kind of means, you're just daydreaming."

A sense of unease rose in Tsuchikage's heart. This unease stemmed from Zhang Hai's accurate assessment of the battle situation and his extremely calm attitude.

"Are you provoking me?" A dangerous glint flashed in the Tsuchikage's eyes. Immediately, the Dust Release attacks became even more ferocious, sweeping towards Zhang Hai wave after wave. The dust in the air swirled continuously, forming a huge vortex, as if trying to devour everything.

Zhang Hai remained calm. His figure flashed like a ghost, his seemingly weightless blade cleaving through the dust in the air as he lunged at the earthen shadow. Every movement he made was incredibly precise and agile, each strike seemingly imbued with destructive power.

“If you continue like this, it will only make it easier for me to defeat you.” Zhang Hai’s eyes gradually sharpened. “Let me see just how much true strength you have.”

Onoki stood on the fierce battlefield, his steady eyes fixed on the front, his expression calm, as if he had already confirmed his victory. However, his heart was not as at peace as it appeared. Although he had confirmed Zhang Hai's "death" through sensory ninjutsu, Onoki still felt an inexplicable unease. This feeling led him to suddenly decide to change his course of action after a brief silence.

He did not celebrate the victory, nor did he issue any further orders to his troops. Instead, Onoki's brow was furrowed, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face. He knew clearly that although Zhang Hai's body was right in front of him, Zhang Hai's strength and cunning made him dare not relax his guard easily.

“Fly to Kannabi Bridge.” Onoki said calmly to his attendant, his tone devoid of any celebratory mood, but rather conveying a sense of urgent decision. “The situation is not over, and Zhang Hai is not the only threat.” The crisis he sensed came from unseen enemies, as if a larger conspiracy was quietly approaching.

The attendants were slightly taken aback, but seeing Onoki's resolute expression, they immediately nodded in agreement and quickly prepared for takeoff. Onoki turned around, a barely perceptible shadow flashing in his eyes.