Chapter 390: Look at Them—Just Like a Pack of Dogs
"Eh?" Nagato froze. "The two armies are currently entangled together. Won't this technique cause mutual destruction?"
"How's that possible?" Yasushi waved dismissively.
"Chibaku Tensei's descent speed isn't that fast. It won't reach the ground without ten or eight minutes. With that time, even genin can run far away.
"Only fools would use their heads to tank this level of technique."
"That's true." Nagato nodded in understanding, turning to begin the technique.
A figure flashed. Pain reappeared, flying above the alliance defensive position. Both hands spread wide.
"Chibaku Tensei!"
The air suddenly became oppressive. A massive crushing pressure descended from the distant horizon, slamming onto everyone's hearts.
Air grew viscous. Breathing grew difficult. Even heartbeats seemed gripped and slowed by invisible force.
An instinctive fear of annihilation—originating from life itself—instantly seized the souls of most people on the battlefield.
Whether both sides' currently slaughtering shinobi or commanding generals at the rear, all involuntarily halted their actions, looking up in terror.
High above, thick cloud layers—like startled sheep—were brutally dispersed outward by an indescribable great power, revealing the despairing scene beyond.
Not clear blue sky, but a massive crude terrifying stone sphere.
Its volume so immense it obscured sunlight, casting continuously expanding death shadows below—sufficient to cover the entire frontline battlefield.
The stone sphere's surface proved pitted and uneven, covered with cosmic dust and impact traces. Its edges—from violent atmospheric friction—began radiating dark red halos, releasing low rumbling like billions of thunders brewing.
Slowly yet unstoppably, it fell toward the alliance position.
This wasn't ninjutsu. This was natural disaster's manifestation—divine beings' merciless cleansing of mortal battlefields.
Battlefield shinobi—regardless of enemy or ally—faces instantly drained of blood color. Only that continuously enlarging shadow representing absolute destruction remained in their eyes.
Despair—like icy tidewater—completely drowned their just-ignited battle will.
Even Konoha Village's people proved no exception.
"Has Hokage-sama gone mad?
"He wants to crush us to death too?"
This question appeared almost simultaneously in these surrendered shinobi's hearts, filling them with bone-deep chill and betrayal.
"Run quickly!"
Someone shouted first. Collapse instantly occurred, spreading like plague.
Survival desire overwhelmed all discipline, hatred, and orders. Living became the sole instinct.
Everyone—like startled rabbits—fled outward in all directions. Crying, shoving, desperately sprinting beyond the meteorite's coverage range.
All defenses instantly completely disintegrated. No one attempted organizing defense or counterattack—all busy fleeing for lives.
Swords randomly discarded. Ninja tools scattered everywhere. Only countless terror-filled faces and desperately moving legs remained.
The entire battlefield—from bloody meat grinder—instantly transformed into disorderly flight's farce.
"Hahahaha...
"Look at them—just like a pack of dogs!"
Yasushi gazed distantly at that side, laughing until bent over—suddenly finding that wanton pleasure feeling belonging to daimyo.
Nagato formed hand seals, summoning Pain back. Glancing at maliciously amused Yasushi, he frowned with inner displeasure but said nothing more.
Because visibly, those shinobi beneath shadows all escaped successfully.
This seemingly world-destroying forbidden technique's actual effect truly only existed for destroying fixed positions—fundamentally not existing to kill people.
But if this thing dropped on someone else's shinobi village, how many could bear abandoning family and children to flee alone?
Above alliance positions, the new Raikage and others' faces turned deathly pale. Watching that apocalyptic giant object plummeting from the sky, they couldn't speak anymore.
Mifune sighed deeply, lowering the long blade gripped in his hand, dejectedly sighing:
"Facing this level of ninjutsu, what meaning do mere swords hold?
"Fortunately this is at border positions. If it were in shinobi villages..."
Silence filled the field. No one spoke.
Because everyone clearly understood Mifune's words' unfinished meaning.
After a long while, someone finally spoke:
"We should leave. Any later, then we can't leave.
"You're not really planning foolishly using heads to tank this nation-destroying thing, right?"
Everyone sighed together, vanishing in flashes.
This super-massive meteorite struck the defensive position without obstruction.
Within just an instant, all defensive fortifications—like sandcastles on beaches—were crushed into powder, completely destroyed utterly.
Before this level of attack, all human constructions proved meaningless.
Earth released near-shattering wails. The meteorite gradually embedded into earth. Edge crusts—like shattered glass—filled with spiderweb cracks.
Groundwater continuously surged from cracks, instantly vaporized by massive energy into scalding steam. Mixed with dirt, it formed white foggy death seas where one couldn't see their hand before their face.
Impact-released energy converted into terrifying light and heat. Blinding white light exploded, dyeing surrounding hundred-mile skies into tragic white. Even air twisted and burned in this high temperature, releasing crackling explosions.
Overwhelming shockwaves—like invisible giant beasts sweeping in all directions—cleared the just-fog-obscured vision in one sweep.
Solid rock barriers tore like paper. Heavy defensive fortifications were uprooted entirely. Wrapped with rubble and flames, they transformed into sky-obscuring torrents, madly sweeping toward distant plains, chasing those fleeing shinobi's backsides with relentless biting.
Wherever passed, ground was plowed flat. Rock layers were overturned. All protrusions were mercilessly erased.
Over ten minutes later, shockwaves' aftereffects gradually dissipated. Yet earth's trembling still hadn't stopped.
Smoke and fog again obscured heaven and earth. Between sky and ground fell deathly silent darkness.
The once-impregnable defensive position had now completely become purgatory scorched earth—not even leaving a trace of human presence.
Only that towering giant sphere stood upright at the position's center—like a newly born black mountain peak, isolating all surrounding people.
It not only physically separated both battlefield sides but psychologically carved an unbridgeable chasm.
Those shinobi who'd fled far away all stood dumbly in the distance, watching this apocalyptic scene. Even though enemies who'd just fought to the death stood beside them, hearts no longer held any combat desire.
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