[Congratulations Host, your Cursed Spirit Sukuna’s rank has been maxed out!]
[Copyable Cursed Technique: Nobara Kugisaki - Straw Doll Technique (Activated)]
[Copyable Cursed Technique: Haruta Shigemo - Miracles (Activated)]
[Copyable Cursed Technique: Takako Uro - Sky Manipulation (Activated)]
Haruki took a deep breath, feeling his body lighten. This was why he liked battlefields.
Although he was a person who grew up in a time of peace, since he had come here, he had to get stronger to survive. No matter how cruel it was, he had to continue. Otherwise, future massacres might befall him.
For Haruki, there were only two paths here: either he dies, or the enemy dies.
Haruki still wanted to live, so let the enemy die.
Hanzo’s pupils constricted, he realized Rasa’s true intention.
Hanzo’s breathing quickened.
Whether for Amegakure or for his own selfish reasons, Haruki could not be harmed.
He was the only hope left for Amegakure!
Poisonous mist surged out from Hanzo’s body, weaving through the gold dust, emitting corroding sizzling sounds wherever it passed. The gold dust enveloping Hanzo gradually turned black, compressing into black smoke within the pyramid.
Hanzo’s breathing was ragged, and one of his arms had already broken free from the pyramid. He concentrated all his strength into his hand. A huge scythe shot out from his hand. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared before Hanzo’s eyes.
A dazzling white light flashed across everyone’s eyes.
The scythe, tearing through the air, reached behind Rasa. The scythe instantly crossed a hundred meters, much faster than Rasa.
Feeling the strong wind from behind, Rasa gritted his teeth, Haruki’s figure reflected in his pupils.
At this moment, his body suddenly paused. The smell of blood quickly spread through the air.
A huge, bone-deep wound appeared out of nowhere on Rasa’s left shoulder, it almost severed Rasa’s left arm. Blood instantly gushed out.
Rasa groaned, his face instantly turning pale, but the killing intent and determination in his eyes towards Haruki did not diminish in the slightest.
[System detected Rasa’s killing intent value +5000]
[Your Killing Curse growth value has increased to 0.5%]
Rasa didn’t even turn to look at Hanzo, who had already broken free from the pyramid’s restraints and was chasing after him. He ignored the hideous wound on his back, he was only doing one thing now.
"Go to hell!" Rasa let out a roar from behind Haruki.
The killing intent contained in his voice instantly overshadowed the clamor of the battlefield.
The Amegakure ninjas lying on the ground had constricted pupils. Their pupils reflected the scene of Rasa attacking Haruki. Their eyes were splitting with rage. However, their injuries prevented them from standing up.
A deep sense of powerlessness surged into their hearts. Their reddened eyes seemed to be dripping blood.
[System detected Takinawa’s guilt value +3000]
[System detected Muteki’s guilt value +3000]
[System detected Yuma’s guilt value +3000]
[Currently, a total of 28000 guilt points have been collected. Your Cursed Spirit Guilt’s rank has increased to 46%]
The Amegakure ninjas could only watch as Rasa got closer and closer to Haruki.
Long-term combat and summoning cursed spirits had placed an unimaginable burden on Haruki’s mind and body. Fortunately, the cursed spirits’ ranks had been continuously increasing, and his total Cursed Energy was constantly growing, otherwise, he might have collapsed long ago. However, even so, Haruki was still very exhausted.
His face was pale, with an unconcealable exhaustion, and in just a few days, his cheeks had thinned considerably.
An extreme killing intent came from behind him. Haruki’s hair stood on end uncontrollably.
Even though Rasa was also very exhausted at this moment, Rasa was not an ordinary ninja after all. He was an elite among Jonin, the future Kazekage, and his strength was extraordinary. The pressure he exerted on Haruki was beyond what ordinary ninjas could achieve.
Haruki suddenly turned his head. In his line of sight, Rasa’s figure was within reach.
Rasa’s left shoulder was covered in blood. The bone-deep wound inflicted by Hanzo’s scythe was visible, yet he acted as if nothing had happened, his eyes focused solely on Haruki.
Rasa’s uninjured right hand was raised high. The gold dust swirling around him condensed in his hand into a spiral spear, only as thick as an arm and over a meter long. The tip of the gold dust spiral spear emitted a dazzling cold light under the moonlight.
Haruki could already feel the chilling cold that could easily pierce his body.
Rasa’s eyes were resolute, carrying the determination to kill Haruki with one blow.
Haruki realized that if he took this blow head-on, he would at least be severely injured if not dead.
The strength gap between his main body and Rasa was still very huge.
But who said he was going to take it head-on?
Did he look like a battle maniac?
Act when necessary, retreat when necessary, and call for external help when necessary.
The gold dust spiral spear, carrying overwhelming power, pierced through space and thrust towards Haruki’s back. The tip of the spear approached Haruki’s back, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Everything slowly decelerated before everyone’s eyes.
The Sunagakure ninjas widened their eyes, staring intently at that scene. The cursed spirits that had been toying with them all stopped their actions in unison. They stood still.
Mahito stretched lazily, a smile appearing on his face.
"There’s still one who hasn’t come out yet." Mahito playfully winked at the hopeful Sunagakure ninjas.
That one was much stronger than them!
On the battlefield, Rika let out a roar filled with furious rage. Follow current novels on novel✶fire.net
"Don’t you dare hurt Yuta!"
Rika dashed towards Haruki.
The Sunagakure ninjas blocking her path turned into a puddle of flesh under her palm.
At the same time, a purple vortex appeared behind Haruki.