The black ripple that drowned the border between the two countries did not last long.
After Carl slowly retracted his right fist, the familiar colorful light returned to this world.
However, when the black ripples that rippled across the battlefield dissipated, all the ninjas present felt relieved as if they had seen the light of day again.
This was especially true for Yakshabaru, Marki, and the other sand ninjas. When they looked at each other, they realized that their companions were all pale and terrified, as if they had experienced an extremely terrifying and desperate mental shock.
"We…are still alive?"
"It seems that we are all fine!"
"Could it be that the legendary iron fist of the Warring States Period is just a facade?”
Just as the group of sand ninjas were feeling bewildered, Luo Sha, Chiyo, and Old Hai Zang, who were at the center of the battlefield, were sweating profusely.
"Look, Lord Windshade's gold spears are all stopped in mid-air!”
"What's going on?"
"Why aren't these gold spears moving?”
Soon, Sha Yin, who was on the battlefield, could no longer sense that something was wrong.
When they turned their eyes to Karl, they found that the gold spears that were originally flying toward Karl were all frozen in midair, as if they were caught by countless invisible hands.
Before they could think about it, the hundreds of gold spears that were frozen in front of Carl were blown away by the wind. In an instant, they all turned into dust that was difficult to be seen with the naked eye.
Sand gold was an extremely small object.
But now, after the gold dust that formed the spear dissipated, it could no longer maintain its original state. It was as if it had been shattered into even finer substances.
Just as Markey and the others thought that the damage caused by Karl's iron fist had stopped, a loud explosion that sounded like the explosion of a beast's tail jade, or like hundreds of lightning bolts striking down from the sky at the same time, suddenly exploded in their ears.
At the same time, a terrifying force that was difficult to resist swept across a thousand meters like an invisible wave.
The thousand or so Sandin who were closest to the battlefield and at the front of the line did not even have the time to react. They did not even know what had happened. They felt as if they had been hit in the chest by a cannonball. They groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. They were all knocked over.
Immediately after, everyone found that the calm desert under their feet suddenly shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck.
In the next moment, the sand ninjas who had vomited blood and fell to the ground felt that there was nothing beneath them. They had already fallen into a huge desert pit.
The Sanin who were standing at the back, as well as Tsunami who was outside the battlefield, Lu Jiu, and the others stared straight at the suddenly collapsed desert. Their expressions were gradually filled with horror.
"How is this a pit? It's just a fist print!”
Okami's beautiful eyes widened, stunned by the scene in front of her.
She was standing far away, so she could see more clearly than the sand ninjas.
From her position, the deep pit that had suddenly appeared in the desert was a huge fist print.
One of them was like a fist mark that was forcefully punched out by a towering giant that was taller than a mountain.
However, this seal was too big. Without eye techniques such as White Eyes and Shura Eyes, one would only think that it was a huge pit if they looked at it up close.
"Is this the legendary iron fist?”
Nara Shika's jaw dropped.
The intelligence that he was so proud of was like paper in front of such an iron fist. It was meaningless.
"The ninjas and warriors from the Sengoku Era who died under the iron fist of Senior Carl might be better off, but those ninjas and warriors who survived and witnessed the power of the iron fist, how desperate will they be for the rest of their lives?”
Hai Yi and Ding Zuo of Qiu Dao looked at each other and saw fear and pity in each other's eyes.
They were shocked by the ferocity of the iron fist.
Pity those ninjas and warriors who could only be suppressed by iron fists for the rest of their lives.
For example, the first generation Five Shadows and the Shura of Ninja World.
Puchi
On the other side, Luo Sha, Chiyo, and Old Hai Zang, who were in the center of the battlefield, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mist. Their bodies twitched, and they fell to the ground like soft snakes whose bones had been removed.
"Iron…Fist!
Chiyoko Granny lay in the center of the deep pit, her dull eyes filled with fear and despair.
As someone who was facing the iron fist, she was much more shocked and shocked than Maki, Tsunete, and the others who were watching from afar.
"Our Shayin actually crossed this mountain!”
Hai Laocang stared blankly at the white clouds floating in the sky, his bloodless face filled with misery and self-mockery.
"Make way…Hahaha, I want Iron Fist to make way…"
Luo Sha, who was lying in the fist mark, had a crazed expression. Complicated, crazy laughter kept coming out of his blood-stained mouth.
Hearing Windshade's maniacal laughter, Chiyo, Hai Laocang, and all the other Sandin present could not help but feel sorrowful.
They knew that Carl's iron fist had not only shattered the gold, collapsed the desert, and knocked down nearly 1,000 sand-bearing warriors. At the same time, it had also shattered all the pride, self-esteem, and morale of the fourth generation Windshade Rawasa.
Of course, it had also quelled the third War of Ninja Realm that the three Shadow-level powerhouses of Sand Hidden had launched…the game!
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