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

Zhang Hai spoke softly, his tone filled with disdain. He had already witnessed the allied forces' command structure and morale crumbling inch by inch. He wasn't in a hurry to pursue, but calmly observed everything, savoring the breath of victory.

"Continue using the Poison Pot Technique," Zhang Hai commanded, a cold glint in his eyes. "Put them completely into despair."

On the battlefield, the deafening roar of Manda shattered the oppressive silence. The enormous black serpent had completely engulfed all vision, its every movement carrying terrifying destructive power. The venom on its scales glistened in the sunlight, as if it would turn the entire battlefield into ruins. The allied forces' formation was utterly torn apart; under Manda's violent onslaught, the ninjas were ripped apart like pieces of paper.

"Retreat!" A Hidden Stone Ninja frantically waved his arms, trying to direct the team to retreat, but his voice was drowned out by the endless chaos. Manda's speed and power far exceeded anyone's expectations. The enormous snake tail swept across, shattering an Earth Release defensive barrier and instantly smashing several ninjas to pieces.

"Kill them!" a Kirigakure ninja roared, raising his weapon and lunging at the snake's head. However, his attack was insignificant against Manda's massive body. With a flick of the snake's head, the ninja was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, rendered incapacitated.

The stench of blood and the terror of death quickly spread across the battlefield. The ninjas no longer focused on the enemy, but instead frantically searched for any chance of survival. In this hellish space, every ninja felt their own insignificance and powerlessness. Poisonous insects surged from the ground; the frenzied attacks of scorpions, spiders, gerbils, and other venomous creatures left the ninjas breathless. They swiftly crawled onto the ninjas' bodies, burrowing into their skin and relentlessly corroding every inch of flesh.

"Pain...!" A Cloud Ninja cried out in agony, clutching his neck and trying to strangle the venomous insects crawling into his body. But the intense pain quickly drove him to madness. More venomous insects continued to invade his body, his skin turning blackish-purple in an instant, leaving him only with a cruel struggle before he died.

Zhang Hai stood on a high platform in the distance, calmly observing everything. He didn't rush to command Wan She to launch further attacks, nor did he show any excessive excitement. The battle was already completely under his control; every second of the situation's development was within his pre-planned calculations.

"This is their end," Zhang Hai muttered to himself, a cold satisfaction in his voice. For him, any form of retreat or compromise was intolerable; the enemy had to be completely wiped out at this moment. He wasn't in a hurry to end the battle, because true victory wasn't just about destroying the enemy's fighting capacity, but about destroying their faith and hope.

"Continue using poison," Zhang Hai commanded, his voice calm and firm. "Leave them no way out."

At his command, the Poison Pot Technique spread once more, the toxins rapidly infiltrating the surrounding area, almost permeating the entire battlefield. The poisonous gas rose slowly into the air, nearly imperceptible, yet omnipresent. The ninjas' eyes began to glaze over, their senses grew increasingly numb, and poisonous insects writhed within them, devouring every inch of their life force.

Meanwhile, Manda's attacks became even more ferocious, each sweep of its tail claiming countless ninja lives, and the giant serpent's hiss grew increasingly piercing. Its body, like a massive mountain, swept across the allied forces' positions, destroying much of their defense and crushing the resistance of several ninjas.

"Kill it! We can't die here!" someone shouted, swinging their swords to slay the poisonous creatures that lunged at them. However, with the appearance of these creatures, the cooperation between the enemies had long since crumbled, replaced by a chaotic will to survive that consumed everyone. The pushing and shoving, the scrambling for a way out, became increasingly apparent, and the former alliance had completely disintegrated.

“This is their true fear.” Zhang Hai’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he slowly walked to the edge of the battlefield, as if he were the director of the entire operation. His steps were calm and firm, the wind whistling past his ears, yet it did not affect his control of the battle in the slightest. The fate of the allied forces had already been irreversibly sealed by his ingenious plan.

Tobirama Senju stood aside, silently observing everything. As a former warrior, he knew the cruelty of war, but he also understood that retreat was the most rational choice, no matter what. However, looking at Zhang Hai's calm eyes and feeling the determination that seemed to devour everything, Tobirama Senju knew that he could no longer change the course of this war.

"Zhang Hai, do you really intend to kill everyone?" Tobirama Senju finally spoke, his tone heavy.

Zhang Hai tilted his head slightly, looking at Tobirama Senju with icy eyes. "No one can escape. The war cannot end until the enemy is dead." His words were unwavering, carrying a fearless determination.

Tobirama Senju sighed deeply. He understood that the person before him would not change his mind no matter what. Zhang Hai's eyes remained unwavering, as if he had already placed life and death in his own hands.

"Then, you shall finish this battle," Tobirama Senju said in a low voice. He did not speak again, but stood there watching Zhang Hai continue to control the battle.

Zhang Hai's figure on the battlefield was like a ghost, swiftly and precisely weaving through the enemy ranks. He wasn't in a hurry to kill with a single blow, but instead chose those slightly isolated enemies, cutting them down one by one. His swordsmanship wasn't overly flashy; like a shadow wandering in the night sky, each strike was sharp and precise, and wherever his sword pointed, an enemy would fall.

Tobirama Senju's swordsmanship was entirely different. His movements were fluid and artistic, like a dancer twirling with death. With each strike, the air seemed to vibrate along with the blade. Every bit of power in his swordsmanship contained elemental shifts—wind, fire, lightning—as if he were one with the forces of nature. His sword light was as swift as lightning, yet incredibly precise. Each swing created a storm, splattering blood in the air and leaving afterimages.

In a series of rapid, intersecting moments, Zhang Hai and Tobirama Senju coordinated perfectly, without the slightest hesitation. Tobirama's blade gleamed with a blazing light; his swordsmanship flowed naturally, as if it were a force of heaven and earth. Zhang Hai's blade, on the other hand, was like a dark lightning bolt, carrying the aura of death, piercing the hearts of his enemies in the blink of an eye.