Shizune carefully carried Uzumaki Naruto, Tsunade and Jiraiya looked solemn. Kakashi covered his eyes, hot blood dripped down from his fingers, but he suddenly threw it to the ground as if he was avoiding snakes and scorpions. He didn't dare to let the blood on his body anymore.
The viscous faceless bloody monster turned into a human, and from the apostle's dialogue, it seemed to mention a word similar to "resurrection" …
Horror, palpitations, and a feeling of horror floated along with the thick bloody smell. The bloody color in his vision suddenly became more than ten times thicker. The manic breathing made his heart pump blood uncontrollably, and the blood vessels under the skin tissue all over his body became thick and bulging as if they would burst at any time.
This was especially true for Kakashi's bleeding eye sockets. The bone-eroding stinging pain seemed to be coming from the depths of his eye sockets, as if there was a boiling blood-red tide crashing against his eye bones, longing to pierce through his eye sockets and spurt out.
The stitched scar on Jiraiya's chest also floated up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dense bulges, red and purple, looked like a ferocious centipede struggling to break out of the body.
"Tsk tsk tsk … The fragrance of blood is really intoxicating. I haven't tasted it for a long time."
Dalaran's lips were ghastly red, and the red and purple lips opened, revealing white teeth. He sniffed hard, and his eyes stared greedily at Kakashi. The blood dripping down from his fingers on the ground was obviously a shameful waste. "I smell it, the temperature of the blood in your body is just right for tasting."
Kakashi's heart palpitated. He felt endless malice rushing towards him. His other round eye saw Dalaran raise one of his arms. An evil red light flowed, and countless blood vessels appeared on his arm. They pierced through the skin and turned into a surging tide of blood. It was as if a ghost was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. It let out a terrifying shriek and shrouded Kakashi.
"Toad's Mouth Shackle Jutsu!"
Jiraiya grabbed Kakashi and dragged him behind him. His hands quickly formed hand seals, and the surrounding air suddenly changed strangely. Some kind of wet flesh membrane emerged from the air, like the intestines of some kind of animal, quickly squeezing the air. The sour and pungent smell of decay offset the smell of blood.
"Retreat!"
With a few leaps, the "stomach wall" behind him quickly closed up, wrapping the apostle and Orochimaru inside. The wriggling porcelain wall of flesh rolled, filling up the narrow space and crushing towards the apostle and the others.
"Can you trap those monsters?"
Kakashi gritted his teeth and asked as he stared at the dozens of meters long rolling and ugly flesh wall that suddenly appeared.
"The apostles' methods are too strange. We know too little about them. Let's retreat first!" Jiraiya glanced at the squirming flesh wall. It was the intestinal wall of Mount Myoboku's Rock Toad that he summoned through Summoning Jutsu. Generally speaking, the enemies trapped inside would be corroded and digested by the acid.
"Retreat now!"
Jiraiya carried Uzumaki Naruto and ran towards the distant woods.
A violent collision sound came from the meat wall behind him. The ugly meat wall was trembling exaggeratedly. Stinky pus splashed on the ground, and the crushed trees were instantly corroded into a puddle of green water.
Tsunade, Kakashi, and Shizune's faces changed at the same time, and they quickly followed Jiraiya and fled into the woods …
Chi Chi Chi Chi …
In the splashing blood, countless scarlet tentacles pierced into the sticky meat wall, and suddenly, dense holes were pierced. Then, the exploded acid corroded into a stinky black liquid that flowed down the thick stomach wall. The ground also turned into a squirming meat wall, and the ugly sarcomas rolled on the bottom of the apostles' shoes.
Orochimaru held his Kusanagi sword upside down in his hand and slashed the tumbling sarcomas under his feet. A pair of eyes scanned the apostle's body. The more he came in contact with him, the more strange and mysterious the apostle was. The result of close observation refreshed his understanding over and over again.
Now, Orochimaru suddenly "resurrected" another strange apostle, and in a way that he had never seen before, Orochimaru was shocked.
"No Chakra fluctuations, atomization, mirrors, blood, rust-like insects, and this strange resurrection …" Orochimaru's pair of eyes narrowed into slits, and the golden snake eyes seemed to contain extremely complex emotions.
Fear, curiosity, desire … Orochimaru rubbed a ring on his finger, and a very dangerous thought emerged in his mind.
"Dalaran, your dessert is about to escape!"
Gana frowned when he felt the flesh on the soles of his shoes. He gently crushed an eyeball with his fingertips. The shattered crystal dust drifted into the air and became a transparent mirror. Gana stepped into the mirror and disappeared into the flesh wall.
Outside.
The mirror emerged, and Gana's body walked out of it. His eyes were bulging with blue veins as he passed through the dense forest. He looked at Konoha's group that had already escaped, and he curled his lips in boredom, but he didn't intend to continue chasing.
Obviously, the eyes of the rest of Konoha's people weren't enough to attract Gana's interest. In other words, his taste for Sharingan has been raised, and ordinary eyes are no longer on his collection list.
Boom!
The black mist condensed into a ferocious scythe, and the scythe had a cold luster like steel. At the moment when the scythe slashed down, a terrifying force penetrated the air, forming a thin crack in the air. The thick meat wall was instantly torn apart, and only a thin layer of meat was left. Then it was swallowed by the black mist, and endless rust insects madly bit and corroded the meat wall.
Smoker's hands tore the rotten meat wall and stepped out of it. Orochimaru followed behind him without any effort and turned around to look at Dalaran.
But there was no trace of Dalaran behind him, and only a twisted ripple was left, like a bloody vortex. There was still a greedy and gloomy voice in the air, as if it had already penetrated the forest and echoed into the distance: "The prey that I, Dalaran, set my eyes on, as long as there is a drop of blood flowing in his body, he will never escape …"
Tap … Tap … Tap … Tap … Tap …
The figure jumping on the treetops was running fast, and it seemed that no one was chasing him. Jiraiya and the others' expressions were slightly relaxed, and suddenly a cold smell of blood penetrated their noses.
"Where do you think you're going? Your eyes are on me, don't you want to take them back? "The gloomy voice echoed behind them, and Jiraiya and the others' faces changed.
Kakashi's face was even paler. He felt that the voice didn't just come from behind him, but directly in his mind. Cold goosebumps rose on his neck, as if there was an invisible shadow hanging on his neck.
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