"Too old?"
Onoki's cheek muscles were twitching, and his huge nose was protruding. The sweat on both sides of his nose was probably due to his anger.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Onoki stared at Balorik, who spat out blood in disgust, gritted his teeth and asked, "What's your ranking among the apostles?"
Balorik waved his umbrella sword and licked his wet lips. His voice seemed to penetrate Onoki's brain and reverberate in his mind. It was indescribably deep and sinister. "Arlen has more than just apostles under his command. I am the prisoner, Balorik Lakefield!"
Although there were only four prisoners left, each prisoner's strength was beyond the eighth order. It was a terrifying combination.
"Prisoner?!!"
Onoki and the others' faces became more and more ugly. The information about the prisoner was zero. He glanced at Jiraiya, and the latter's face already told him the answer.
There was a strange fluctuation in the air, and Terumi Mei's heart twitched fiercely. The horror of approaching death made her instinctively take a step back.
There was a bloody line on her chest, and her ribs were cut sharply and neatly. The slender crack was only an inch away from piercing her heart. Blood splashed and stained the invisible blade in front of her red.
"Someone's here!"
Terumi Mei's scalp was numb, and hot mist burst out of her body, corroding the surrounding air. A vague ripple slowly emerged in a circle of vague ripples.
A dark robe was revealed, and below it was a dark blue military uniform. He wore a flat hat on his head, and an unlit cigar in his mouth. He was looking at the crack on Terumi Mei's chest with a regretful look. He was disappointed that he didn't kill her in one blow.
"Who are you?" Terumi Mei stared at the other party with lingering fear. She was just one step away from death.
"Prisoner, Shiliew!"
Gently wiping away the remaining blood stains and smell on the blade, Shiliew bit off the cigar in her mouth and instantly disappeared into thin air, leaving only a cold and mocking voice in the air: "The killing game continues, I'm curious how many times you can dodge my sword!"
A terrifying killing intent filled the air. Mei's heart shrank. She looked up at the giant ship floating in the sky. The so-called decapitation plan was a joke. They might not even have the qualifications to walk in front of Yarlin alive.
Under the Mist policy, Mei was naturally very familiar with the "Silent Killing Technique" and various assassination methods, but she had never seen a method like this strange prisoner. He was able to hide his whole body in the air without leaving a trace.
His nerves immediately tensed up to the extreme, and the scorching heat waves surged all over his body in an attempt to capture Shiliew's movements.
If it was a ninja, he could still perceive the fluctuation of Chakra. Unfortunately, these strange enemies, whether they were prisoners or apostles, basically had no Chakra aura. Even the aura of living people was abnormally weak.
On this side, Terumi Mei was trembling in fear. The terrifying killing intent locked onto her, so she didn't dare to act rashly. The transparent blade hasn't appeared yet, but another terrifying sound of falling from the sky was heard.
Like a heavy piece of steel falling down, the ground burst open with a huge pit. Then a man with black gills on his cheeks, cold-blooded shark-like pupils, and two sharp fangs in his mouth jumped out brazenly. Holding a terrifying power, his palms connected into a dazzling shadow and slashed towards Jiraiya.
The wind from his palms was like a knife, and even if it was far away, the air was cut open, and sharp cuts appeared on the ground, forming a triangular shape that rushed towards Jiraiya.
"What a terrifying Taijutsu!"
Jiraiya felt that the air in front of him was cracking. Countless continuous palms were not illusory, but the speed was so fast that the afterimage was solidified in the air. The power was condensed layer by layer, and it was like a surging tide.
Sage Mode • Great Flame Bomb!
Jiraiya stood still, and his hands quickly formed hand seals. He opened his mouth and spat out a burning fire dragon, and then he heard a series of terrifying muffled sounds.
The Fire Dragon trembled violently, and those palm blades all turned black like steel. Under the continuous chop of the palm blades, the burning flame was forcibly extinguished along with the air. The roaring Fire Dragon's head was chopped into pieces, and the ferocious Fire Dragon's body was shattered into countless pieces. The flame was extinguished by the continuous fist wind before it even touched the ground.
His clothes were pressed inwards and stuck tightly to his skin. The wind from the fist was like a knife cutting through his skin. Instantly, countless bloody wounds appeared all over his body. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets. He stood still on the spot like a corpse for a moment. Then, he suddenly shot backwards.
Jiraiya fell heavily to the ground, and his body seemed to fall apart. His whole body was covered with bloody wounds. He spat out a large amount of blood from his mouth. He struggled to get up from the ground, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the slowly approaching Fishman.
Prisoner, Jinbe!
Jinbe was a man of few words, and he didn't even bother to report his name. His footsteps seemed slow, but it was fast. In just a few steps, he appeared beside Jiraiya, and his wide and thick feet mercilessly stepped on Jiraiya's head.
Bang!
The ground shattered, and a terrible footprint appeared. Jiraiya dodged awkwardly, swallowing back the blood in his mouth, and countless silver hairs on his back shot out fiercely.
Jinbe stood still in the same place because a black flame appeared out of thin air and burned the silver needles into ashes. A black robe stood between the two of them.
"Jiraiya, can't you see the situation clearly? You have no hope, not even a little bit! "
With a hoarse voice, Orochimaru lifted his black robe to reveal a cold and evil face, and his scarlet Mangekyo Sharingan spun faintly. Holding the Kusanagi sword in his hand, Orochimaru said coldly, "If you insist on dying, then I will kill you myself!"
At the same time!
Tsunade stood behind Jiraiya, and her blood-stained Hokage Robe dragged heavily on the ground. Chakra burst out from her body like a terrible tailed beast. She clenched her fists and said coldly: "Jiraiya, the unification of the Shinobi World is an irreversible fate. Joining us is your only choice!"
Jiraiya crawled to his feet. He looked at the two strange yet familiar faces. Grief, anger, and despair threatened to explode his chest. He looked up at the battleship that covered the sky. A black iron throne stood on the deck. Arrin was sitting there, like a god overlooking the world.
The only god!
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