togophonebook Chapter 576 Onoki's Defeat
Chapter 576 Onoki's Defeat
"What...what is this...?"
"The Rigid Technique... has it been melted?"
The remaining Iwagakure ninja below had completely lost the ability to think.
They looked up, staring blankly at the apocalyptic scene in the sky that was worthy of being recorded in history, watching their unwavering faith become as fragile as a wax figure in the face of absolute power.
Standing atop the golem, Onoki, who thought victory was assured, was the first to feel the scorching heat.
The solid rock platform beneath my feet was rapidly softening and sinking, and a strange smell of burnt feathers wafted from the soles of my shoes.
He looked down sharply and realized that his footing had turned into a deep red pool of lava.
"Hmm!"
Disregarding his dignity as a Kage, Onoki mobilized the little chakra he had left and used the Super Light-Heavy Rock Technique to forcibly escape the lava, flying awkwardly to a higher place.
He looked down.
The rock golem, which he once regarded as his last trump card, now only has a small part of its body left, barely clinging to life. The rest has completely transformed into a river of lava, flowing wildly across the land.
The battlefield he created with his own hands has now become a scorched wasteland devoid of any life.
lost.
Thoroughly.
"Huff...huff...ha..."
Suspended alone in mid-air, Onoki was breathing heavily, each breath causing excruciating pain throughout his body.
His chakra was already on the verge of depletion, and the immense mental blow caused his vision to blur.
Even worse...
A familiar, excruciating pain suddenly exploded from a certain point in my lower back, instantly spreading throughout my limbs and bones.
Onoki stumbled in mid-air and fell straight down.
"Buzz—"
A white figure appeared silently in front of him, blocking all his escape routes.
Jiraiya's Sage Mode had not yet faded, and the immense pressure of being one with nature weighed on Onoki's heart as if it were a tangible thing.
He just stood there calmly.
"It's over, Lord Tsuchikage."
"Your Will of Stone has melted away."
humiliation.
Endless humiliation, like magma, churned and boiled within Onoki's chest.
He could accept defeat, and even accept dying in battle.
But he absolutely refused to accept being judged as a failure by a mere youth in such a condescending and judgmental tone!
Who is he?
He is the Third Tsuchikage! He is Onoki, the Scales of the Two Heavens, who has stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world for decades!
"Don't...don't underestimate the will of a shadow!"
Onoki roared as if he wanted to squeeze his soul out of his throat.
His wrinkled old face was contorted with extreme anger, and his arms suddenly shot out.
He was willing to risk the pride of the Tsuchikage and the last vestiges of dignity of Iwagakure to launch a final, all-or-nothing attack!
Dust Escape!
As long as I can unleash Dust Escape...
However, his trembling hand, which he had raised with all his might, froze abruptly halfway up.
A bone-chilling coldness did not come from the outside, but from his own ankles, spreading wildly up his meridians like a poisonous vine, instantly invading his entire body.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment.
Ohnoki lowered his head with difficulty, inch by inch.
A venomous snake, entirely black with scales shimmering with an eerie purple sheen, had somehow already coiled itself tightly around his ankle.
Those emotionless snake eyes were staring back at him in a chilling gaze.
When...
"Lord Tsuchikage."
A light, pleasant whisper rang in his ear without warning.
Orochimaru.
"Your back doesn't seem to be in good condition."
"How about..."
Orochimaru's handsome yet deathly pale face slowly emerged from beside Onoki, his long tongue licking his lips, his golden vertical pupils filled with the fervor of a researcher discovering the perfect experimental subject.
"Shall we take a break first?"