At the border between the Fire Nation and the Water Nation
, eight teams of Dark Forces had gathered. The obvious costumes and animal masks were from the Muye Dark Forces.
In front of them was a middle-aged male ninja with long silver hair and a ponytail.
He looked at the huge pit in front of him with a puzzled expression.
This person was Qimu Shuomao, also known as Qimu Baiya.
"This is the final battle?”
After pondering for a moment, Qimu Shuocai slowly asked.
"Yes, Lord Qimu. The final battlefield will be here.”
Hearing these words, Hatake Shuomao was extremely confused. This power didn't make sense.
The crater in front of him was dozens of meters wide. It was impossible for the mutated skeleton vein to be so powerful.
However, the truth was right in front of him, so he had to believe it.
Hatsuki Shuohei had a bad feeling that this mutated skeleton vein might influence the Third World War of the Ninjas.
"Alright, you guys retreat to the camp first. I'll go to the Water Country's territory and investigate.”
Qimu Shuomao ordered.
Before his subordinates could react, he had already disappeared.
He had two main purposes for coming here this time.
The first was to collect information about the Mist Ninja Village, and the second was to deal with the Bright Night Storm.
In comparison, the first was more important.
Mist Ninja Village did not participate in the second war, so Muye knew too little about them.
If he had enough information,
with his current strength, he would not be afraid of the four Ninja Villages attacking him.
However, they did not notice that there was a ball of liquid on a lake beside the border that moved strangely.
There was no helping it. There were as many lakes as there were hairs on an ox in the Water Nation. Who would care about such things?
The Ghost Lamp Clan's Aquamorph had shown its miraculous effect at this time.
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Within the Water Country's borders,
Hatake Shuomao was advancing stealthily. As the leader of the Muye Dark Group, there was no need to doubt his concealment skills.
Soon, Hatake Shuohei approached a camp that he had already scouted beforehand.
As the distance between them grew closer, Qimu Shuomao's brows gradually furrowed.
He could feel that there were many chakra fluctuations in this camp, but there seemed to be something different
. He could not tell exactly what was wrong.
"Forget it... With my current strength, even if there's an ambush, I can escape unscathed.”
Qimu Shuo Mao thought confidently,
"Continue forward."
He carefully walked to the periphery of the camp and quickly used his agile body to hide inside.
"There are no hidden sentries, not even open sentries?”
After observing the surroundings, Hatake Shuoguo was a little dumbfounded. This Mist Shinobu's ambition was too big. There was not a single hidden sentry, nor was there a single open sentry. Was he arrogant or careless?
Moreover, they were all hiding in their tents during the day. Why was that?
"No, there's a problem."
At this moment, Qimu Shuomao reacted. His intuition told him that there was something fishy about this.
Chi!
A short knife suddenly appeared in Qimu Shuomao's hand, and he quickly waved it in all directions.
Terrifying chakras surged on the short knife, and the air exploded. In
an instant,
several shock waves continuously surged towards the tents.
"I want to see what tricks you are playing. In front of absolute strength, all schemes are fleeting clouds."”
Qimu Shuo Mao's sharp eyes
rumbled!
Explosions continued to occur in the surrounding tents.
With just one move, Qimu Shuomei destroyed the entire camp,
revealing the original appearance of the camp
. This... How is that possible?"
Qimu Shuomao looked at the bones in the tent, and a look of shock flashed across his face. He
finally realized what was wrong.
The chakra waves that he had felt earlier were all coming from the bones. There were several bones of different sizes in each tent, and the chakra waves were coming from them, not from humans.
"Bright Night Stormy Cloud, get the hell out here. Is this fun?”
Qimu Shuomao was finally enraged. Being played by a junior like this was simply a humiliation.
At the same time, Hatake Shuohei also reflected on his arrogance.
After the Second Ninja World War, he was indeed a little smug.
Although he looked calm on the surface, his heart was inflated.
After all, he was also a human. It was normal for him to be a little arrogant in the face of great glory.
"Don't be so angry, I was just joking with you.”
The voice of the Brilliant Night Storm suddenly rang out in the arena.
The white bones slowly began to gather.
"Crack""Crack" sounds continuously sounded.
The moment the white bones gathered, the Brilliant Night Storm appeared.
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