Ōnoki was currently in terrible shape, and he knew exactly how severe his injuries were.
He had completely lost his combat ability; he couldn't even fly anymore.
Just then, his eyes widened in shock.
The black dot in the sky was slowly descending, growing larger by the second.
That guy was coming.
Ryōsuke stopped in midair, looking down at the group.
"Ōnoki, Third Tsuchikage of the Stone Village. Will you submit now, or continue your stubborn resistance?"
Rōshi appeared to have passed out from severe injuries. Kitsuchi had also lost his combat ability, and Ōnoki was even worse off, currently lying in Kitsuchi's arms.
It seemed he had used a bit too much force with his Super Shinra Tensei.
Of course, he figured the other party wouldn't die that easily.
It seemed his version of the technique was even more powerful than the Super Shinra Tensei unleashed by Nagato's Rinnegan.
However, this level of power felt like it achieved just the right effect.
It should have completely shattered Ōnoki's backbone.
This time, Ōnoki did not fly into a rage at the demand for his submission.
This guy was simply too strong. Faced with such an attack, even if all the forces of the Stone Village were gathered, tens of thousands of ninja joining hands would likely still be no match for him.
And with those legendary Rinnegan, it felt as though he was no longer a mere mortal.
Now, he was torn over whether to submit.
If he continued to resist, the other party wouldn't even need to use that technique again; a casual strike would be enough to end his life.
Furthermore, his son and granddaughter were still here, and they would likely suffer the same cruel fate.
It would be one thing if he only sacrificed himself.
He did not want to see his son and granddaughter die like this.
But if he chose to submit, how could he possibly explain himself to the people of the Stone Village when he returned?
This guy clearly wanted to dominate the Stone Village.
If he submitted, it would mean becoming his accomplice.
Just as Ōnoki was agonizing over the decision.
Kurotsuchi, standing in front of him, glared at the man in midair with a face full of anger.
"You want us to submit to you? In your dreams!"
This guy had injured her father and grandfather so severely; she could not let him get away with it.
She immediately formed hand signs, refining her chakra.
"Lava Style: Quicklime Congealing Jutsu!"
This was her unique Kekkei Genkai, developed with her grandfather's help.
The quicklime combined with Water Style would form fast-acting cement, which would definitely be able to solidify and trap this guy.
She spat out a stream of white cement, launching an attack straight at him.
Seeing his granddaughter suddenly attack, Ōnoki's heart skipped a beat.
Kurotsuchi was far too impulsive.
Provoking this guy would not end well.
'Damn it, am I so badly injured that I can't even speak?'
Ryōsuke watched the technique Kurotsuchi unleashed at him. It was indeed Lava Style.
To be able to use a ninjutsu of such power at her young age showed great talent. She truly lived up to her future title as the Legkage.
His Rinnegan focused, and he directly used the Blocking Technique Absorption Seal.
A vortex formed in front of him, directly absorbing Kurotsuchi's attack entirely.
Kurotsuchi turned pale with fright. This guy could actually absorb ninjutsu?
What was the deal with that vortex technique?
Was this the same technique he used to absorb her grandfather's invincible Dust Style?
Ōnoki's eyes widened as he watched the technique.
This had to be an ability of the Rinnegan. It truly lived up to its reputation as the eyes of a sage.
Ryōsuke looked at the utterly astonished Kurotsuchi and simply extended his right hand.
"Universal Pull."
He instantly pulled Kurotsuchi toward him.
He grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.
At this close distance, he could get a better look at Kurotsuchi's full figure. She was already starting to develop quite nicely.
It was just that her face was covered in dust, making her look a bit messy.
In truth, Kurotsuchi's looks were actually quite excellent.
Ryōsuke took a deep breath and blew forcefully at Kurotsuchi.
Kurotsuchi helplessly closed her eyes, feeling the fierce gust of wind wash over her face and even blow into her clothes, leaving her feeling chilly.
At this moment, most of the dust on Kurotsuchi's body had been blown away.
Looking at Kurotsuchi's current appearance, Ryōsuke was pleasantly surprised. Although she looked like a tomboy, she was undoubtedly a girl—there was no need to verify that.
Although she wouldn't grow up to have massive assets like Tsunade, her chest was undoubtedly firmer and more resilient.
He was looking forward to it a little.
Kurotsuchi glared at the guy in front of her who was making her feel completely uncomfortable. Wanting to break free, she pulled a kunai straight from her pouch and thrust it directly toward his kidney.
She took advantage of his distraction to launch a sneak attack.
Sensing Kurotsuchi's movements, Ryōsuke felt a bit speechless. 'What a restless girl.'
Pinching her neck, he directly used the Rinnegan's special ability: Chakra Absorption.
He began devouring Kurotsuchi's chakra.
Just as Kurotsuchi's kunai was about to pierce Ryōsuke's body, she suddenly found herself completely drained of strength. The kunai slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.
She was horrified.
'How did my body become so weak?'
'It feels like this guy's hand has a suction force on me. Is he absorbing my chakra?'
'This hateful bastard!' She wanted to throw a punch at him, but found she no longer had the strength to even lift her arm.
Gradually, Kurotsuchi also passed out.
At the scene, only two Stone Village ninja still had any combat ability left.
Seeing the White-Masked Man in Black treat Kurotsuchi like this, the two of them narrowed their eyes and decided to strike.
They could not just stand by and watch.
Moreover, since this guy was in midair, they could only use long-range Earth Style ninjutsu.
They immediately formed hand signs.
Ryōsuke looked at these two fools who didn't know the meaning of death. His eyes focused, and he activated a Rinnegan genjutsu.
The two men's eyes instantly glazed over, and they collapsed unconscious on the ground.
After obtaining the Rinnegan, his visual prowess was far stronger than that of the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
His visual prowess was already extremely powerful to begin with. Now, casting a genjutsu against such unguarded opponents could easily knock them out.
Ōnoki watched as the two men beside him fell.
What a terrifying ability. Looking at Kurotsuchi in the man's grasp, he hurriedly spoke up.
"Don't hurt my granddaughter!"
Ryōsuke looked at the anxious Ōnoki. This guy seemed to care deeply about his granddaughter, which was quite interesting.
"You wouldn't want your precious granddaughter to die, would you? Submit or resist."
Ōnoki was furious. 'This despicable bastard! To actually use such underhanded methods to threaten an old man like me!'
At the same time, he still hesitated over whether to submit.
Because submitting to this man was not just about himself; it concerned the tens of thousands of ninja in the Stone Village.
The stakes were simply too high.
If he submitted, it would mean that the tens of thousands of ninja in the Stone Village would simultaneously submit to this guy.
Even as the Tsuchikage, he feared he didn't have the authority to represent the will of so many people.
Seeing Ōnoki still hesitating, Ryōsuke couldn't help but feel annoyed.
He had been so patient and given the other party so many chances, yet he was still being this uncooperative.
He threatened him directly.
"I didn't expect you to throw my goodwill back in my face. To think you're actually still hesitating."
"What a pity, then. If you resist to the bitter end, I'll just go straight to the Stone Village and drop another Super Shinra Tensei on them like I just did."
He was absolutely someone who would do exactly as he said.
If he wanted to establish a unified shinobi empire, sacrifices were naturally unavoidable. There would always be stubborn elements who would refuse to cooperate even in the face of death. In that case, he naturally couldn't be blamed.