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

With the complete implementation of the Poison Pot Technique, the fate of the allied forces was now entirely in his hands.

At the same time, the Mizukage's face suddenly turned ashen. His gaze was fixed on the battlefield ahead, a deep fear flashing in his eyes. As one of the founders of Konoha, he certainly knew the power of the "Poison Pot Technique"—it was, in fact, an extremely cruel forbidden technique, capable of destroying any enemy.

“Damn it…” Shuiying muttered, his heart heavy. Even as he calmly analyzed the situation, he couldn’t help but feel fear towards Zhang Hai. “This is no longer a simple battle; it’s a massacre.”

A sudden, intense self-awareness welled up within him, realizing that the allied forces' defeat was almost inevitable. Whether it was physical corruption or mental collapse, every step of the poison's spread made the allied forces' hopes increasingly slim.

"How could... it have turned out like this?" Rasa's voice trembled, his eyes filled with confusion and unease. He had once been a valiant Kazekage, but now he could only stand by and watch his teammates fall one by one, their bodies rapidly decaying.

“It’s…it’s Zhang Hai…he planned everything all along.” Shuiying turned to look at Luosha, her eyes flashing with a calm yet complex emotion. “We’ve already entered his trap, there’s no escape.”

Rasa gritted his teeth, his strength almost completely drained. He wanted to command the ninjas to fight back, but the outcome was already sealed. One by one, the ninjas around him fell, poisonous insects wriggling inside their bodies, taking away every last bit of life.

As the venomous insects ravaged the land, infighting among the allied ninja intensified. Fear and despair drove them to madness, turning former comrades into each other's most dangerous enemies. The conflict between Iwagakure and Kumogakure escalated, with ninjas blaming each other and even fighting over resources. The shadow of venomous insects and death loomed over the battlefield, while the infighting further complicated and confused the situation.

"You!" an Iwa ninja roared angrily, his long sword sweeping across a Kumo ninja with whom he had a minor conflict. "You're nothing but a burden!"

"Die!" The Cloud Ninja showed no weakness, unleashing their Lightning Release techniques and striking the Iwagakure ninja.

As Zhang Hai's strategy gradually took effect, the allied forces' situation rapidly collapsed. Poisonous gas permeated the air, suffocating every ninja, and as time passed, venomous insects silently infiltrated their bodies, beginning to corrode their flesh. Rasa stood at a makeshift command post, his gaze fixed on the enemy before him, but he made no direct reaction. His heart was heavy, almost suffocating.

"Everyone, gather together! Strengthen the defenses!" Luo Sha finally lost his patience and shouted the order. His voice was weak in the chaotic battlefield, but it was the only guiding force at this moment. "There's no time to lose. We must gather our strength to fight the poison gas and hold the barrier!"

The collapse of the command system forced Rasa to take emergency measures. Although the allied ninjas had repelled some of the enemy, the spread of the poison gas left them no time to focus on further combat. The poisonous insects were spreading too quickly, and they were no longer able to counterattack as before, forced to defend.

The allied forces quickly rearranged their formation, and the ninjas, drawing on years of combat experience, began using Earth Release techniques and defensive barriers to protect themselves. Hard earthen walls rapidly rose across the battlefield, temporarily isolating them from external poison gas and enemy attacks; however, this defense was not a long-term solution. While the Earth Release barriers were powerful, their duration and effective range were limited, making them unsustainable for extended periods.

"Hold the formation! Don't let the poison gas break through!" an Iwa ninja shouted anxiously, struggling to support the earthen wall. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead; he had clearly sensed the perilous situation.

"Continue to reinforce!" Luo Sha commanded his troops anxiously, his brow furrowed. "We can't let the enemy continue to break through our lines; we must wait for support troops to arrive!"

However, what followed was an even stronger fear. Under the influence of the poison gas, more and more Allied ninjas began to feel unwell, experiencing shortness of breath and weakness in their legs. Some ninjas couldn't even stand, and the despair in their eyes deepened.

"It's over...it's over..." a ninja murmured, his face turning almost bluish-purple, his body already beginning to rot. He collapsed helplessly, the spark of life quietly extinguished as he was devoured by the poisonous insects.

At that moment, Rasa received a report from the front lines: "The Kazekage—the Mizukage…is dead." Upon hearing this news, his eyes widened instantly, his gaze vacant, as if struck by lightning. The Mizukage—one of the backbone of the Allied Forces—was dead? And in such a bizarre way?

"What?!" Luo Sha practically roared as he leaped from the command platform and rushed towards the location of the Water Shadow. His heart was filled with mixed emotions; the tension and helplessness he felt made it impossible for him to calm down. The once confident allied forces had been thrown into such chaos by a sudden and devastating blow.

He rushed to the Mizukage's body, his eyes wide, his heart nearly stopping. There were no obvious wounds on the corpse; it didn't even seem like a death from battle. Instead—a rotting, silent death, as if swallowed by some strange force. The Mizukage's eyes still held deep astonishment, as if, even in the moment of death, he hadn't understood what had happened.

"How...how did he die?" Rasa stared blankly at the Mizukage's corpse, asking the Allied Shinobi beside him, his heart filled with confusion and fear.

"Lord Mizukage... he died too quickly, as if he was directly destroyed by poison gas." A ninja answered in a low voice, his voice filled with deep fear.

"Poison gas..." Luo Sha's heart sank, realizing that the complete collapse of the situation was inevitable. The death of the Water Shadow was the climax of Zhang Hai's strategy—not only a physical blow to the enemy, but also a complete disintegration of the entire coalition's command system.

“Damn it…” Luo Sha clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with helplessness and anger. He had once believed that victory in this war was just around the corner under his command, but now he could only watch helplessly as the situation worsened until it finally spiraled out of control.

On the other side, Zhang Hai stood on a high ground, his gaze still cold. He did not rush to launch an attack, but quietly observed the changes on the battlefield. With the split of the allied forces and the death of Shui Ying, the fighting strength of the allied forces had been greatly weakened.

"This is just the beginning."