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

A flicker of pain crossed Shisui's eyes, but then he looked up, his gaze hardening: "I was not wrong. The future of the family determines the fate of the entire village."

Zhang Hai's gaze was as cold as a sharp blade, anger and disappointment intertwined in his heart. "You chose to betray the squad, to betray every comrade who fought alongside you. You don't deserve to stay here any longer." His voice was almost devoid of emotion, carrying a decisive coldness.

Zhi Shui's expression became complicated. Then, he raised his hand to block Zhang Hai's attack, his face resolute: "You're wrong, Zhang Hai. This is not just the family's responsibility, it's a mission I must undertake."

In an instant, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Hai's eyes. Almost without thinking, he swung his blade. However, the blade froze the moment it made contact with Shisui's body. Shisui was shoved away violently and fell to the ground, his eyes filled with helplessness and pain.

"You've been kicked out of the Dark Guard squad." Zhang Hai's voice was chillingly cold. He turned and left without looking back. All that was left for Zhi Shui was his back, a back that resembled that of a grim reaper emerging from hell.

Zhi Shui's bitter smile revealed his helplessness and self-awareness; he understood that at this moment, there was no turning back.

Yugao stood on the beach, thunder rumbling in her ears, the surging waves crashing against the rocks, sending up white sprays. Her face showed no fear, only unwavering resolve and determination. The air was thick with the dampness of salt and the stench of blood; the traces of battle had not yet completely faded. The natural scenery of the Land of Lightning, usually magnificent, now appeared desolate and merciless.

Her gaze was fixed on the enemy in the distance, a chilling coldness rising from the soles of her feet and shooting straight to her mind. The enemy's ninjutsu was like an irresistible force of nature; the attacks of the water dragon and waterfall were like an endless torrent, pressing down on every inch of her skin and every nerve. Yugao took a deep breath; she knew she couldn't back down, she couldn't let the enemy see even a hint of weakness. She held herself firmly in place, using all her strength to resist the relentless flow of water. Every second, the power of the water dragon drew ever closer, as if it would soon devour her.

Her eyes were slightly red, and her chakra was rapidly depleting. She felt each drop of water cutting through her defenses like a blade, and the intense water pressure made it almost impossible for her to breathe. However, she did not back down, only stubbornly persisted, and displayed a determination that disregarded life and death.

"I can't fall... I can't..." Xi Yan murmured to herself, forming hand seals, preparing for her final counterattack. However, fate did not seem to be on her side.

Just then, a sword light suddenly cleaved through the towering waves, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound. A dark aura spread out, as if all the light in the world had vanished in that instant. All the water, waterfalls, and waves seemed to be suppressed by a powerful force, instantly coming to a standstill.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Hai's voice was cold and deep, the emotionless question reaching Xi Yan's ears directly. She turned around abruptly and saw Zhang Hai's figure standing in front of her.

He stood there, his eyes as cold as ice, the air around him trembling violently at his presence. Black chakra surged like rolling waves, staining the entire surrounding space black. Then, the sword in his hand emitted a sharp light, its razor-sharp blade seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth.

"It's okay." Xi Yan took a deep breath, raised her head, and forcibly steadied her swaying body.

Zhang Hai remained silent, his gaze sweeping coldly ahead. Then, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and the blade sliced ​​through the air like a ghost. Almost without pause, the enemy ninja was slain within seconds. In the blink of an eye, the enemy had no chance to react, only a moment of terror and futile struggle.

Zhang Hai's swordsmanship was incredibly precise, each strike hitting the enemy's vitals with deadly accuracy. The sharp blade easily tore through the air, and enemies vanished like innocent ants under his attacks. There was no hesitation, no mercy. On the battlefield, Zhang Hai's ruthlessness was particularly striking. His movements were sharp and decisive, like a divine sword cutting through all obstacles.

Looking at him, Xi Yan felt a surge of complex emotions. Although she knew Zhang Hai had always been ruthless, witnessing his decisive and precise killing stirred a wave of emotions within her. She remembered the Zhang Hai of the past, who would hesitate because of emotions, but now, every killing he committed was like a merciless storm, destroying everything in its path.

“You’ve done enough,” Xi Yan said softly, her voice tinged with weariness. “Bai…” her voice choked, her eyes filled with complex emotions, “Bai has already…”

“I know Bai’s whereabouts.” Zhang Hai’s deep voice interrupted her. “She fell into the sea, didn’t she?” He looked at her calmly, his tone cold, but carrying an unspeakable pain and anger.

Xi Yan bit her lip, her eyes filled with self-reproach and guilt. "Yes... to save me, she ultimately..."

“You don’t need to blame yourself.” Zhang Hai’s voice was even colder than before. “What you need to do now is to live, for yourself and for everyone.” His words were devoid of warmth, as if telling her that this was the rule of the battlefield, that death was the norm, and that living was the most important thing.

However, despite his calm demeanor, a raging fire burned within Zhang Hai. Bai, whom he had always considered family, had simply vanished from his sight. This anger wasn't because he couldn't stop it, but because he couldn't protect her. His eyes involuntarily flashed with fury, and the Mangekyou Sharingan within him spun slightly.

Instantly, the surrounding air pressure shifted dramatically, becoming even more oppressive. Zhang Hai's chakra began to fluctuate violently, black chakra surging like a tide, sweeping across the entire battlefield. The air around him trembled violently, as if threatening to destroy everything. Black light also began to emanate from his body—the Uchiha clan's strongest ninjutsu—Susanoo.

In an instant, a black Susanoo erupted from Zhang Hai's body, the God of Slaughter sword in his hand gleaming with a cold light, giving off a terrifying aura of impending doom. The surrounding air froze instantly, and even the seawater began to splash in all directions, as if subjected to an irresistible pressure.

The descent of Susanoo was not only a symbol of power, but also a manifestation of Zhang Hai's inner rage and desire for revenge. The surrounding enemies felt an invisible pressure, as if they were trapped in an abyss of despair, unable to breathe or resist. The black light completely enveloped their world, extinguishing all life.