I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

"Now's the time,"

"Go find Lord Orochimaru before that outsider comes up!"

It was Fuuma who approached and forcefully took over the position that Sasame had originally occupied. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his companion in his field of vision and said in a loud voice.

His face was filled with resentment and anxiety.

He refused to let his years of perseverance and his beliefs vanish into nothingness; he also did not want the choice he shared with many of his companions to become meaningless!

What? Lord Orochimaru knew the other party was coming, which is why he left the village at this time.

This is absolutely impossible!!

The only way to break this situation and dispel the gloom that has settled in their hearts is to notify that person and bring him back.

The repeated mention of the name 'Lord Orochimaru' caused Fuma Ran, who was in a state of self-pity, to slowly raise his gaze.

Upon seeing it, one can feel the urgency, fear, and resentment of one's companions.

"Yes, Lan."

"Although our strength is not yet sufficient to reach Lord Orochimaru."

"But you are different. Lord Orochimaru must have left you some other message, a way to contact that person!"

The Wind Demon Spider, which arrived later, urged him on with the same certainty.

All these years of anticipation and the deaths of so many of his kin made it impossible for him to easily admit defeat, much less shatter his hopes for Lord Orochimaru.

Otherwise, he, no, not just him!

They, their companions, including the souls of their kind who have already perished here, will all face the shattering of their faith and the devastation of losing everything!

We must never let this happen!

"Go, go quickly!"

"We'll use the underground traps to trap that guy in this outpost!"

The earth spider said viciously.

In order to prove that their choice was right, they were not afraid to give up their own lives.

The future of the Fuuma clan should be inherited by Lan alone!

However, their determination to die was met with only a silent stare from Feng Molan.

This eye contact caused a slight unease in both of them.

"what happened?"

"Didn't Lord Orochimaru leave you any message to contact him?"

Feng Mo's voice was slightly flustered, and his words came out very directly.

After all, every second counts, and no one knows when that outsider will appear.

"Ah."

Sensing the urgent news from his companions, Feng Molan, who carried the greatest hopes of his clan, finally spoke up.

However, this response left both Fuuma Faqie and Fuuma Dizhu feeling deeply disappointed.

Even the geniuses of their clan don't have a way to contact that person. Are they really abandoned or deceived?

As their eyes met, the trust in each other began to waver.

A look of sorrow appeared on their faces.

But at that moment, Feng Molan spoke again.

The slightly deep voice changed, becoming high-pitched and strange, and even the handsome face began to distort.

"We have to rely on Lord Orochimaru to solve even this small problem."

"Do you still dare to dream of reviving the Wind Demon Clan?"

"Lord Orochimaru has clearly bestowed power upon us!"

Blood vessels slowly crept into the young man's pupils, and his wheat-colored body gradually darkened, as if he had been exposed to the most scorching and intense sunlight.

"But,"

"But that guy is just too strong."

"Moreover, his growth over the years has been faster and more terrifying, and the rumors circulating outside are true."

"I am filled with resentment," said Feng Mo.

Compared to the former, who served Lord Orochimaru, he and the Earth Spider spent much more time outside the base. Although this was limited to the Land of Rice Fields, they still heard some news about the ninjas from passing merchants.

Among them was that person, Uchiha Ara!

At first, he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a small trick by those hypocritical large ninja villages to promote their own strength.

But now it seems that the descriptions of Uchiha Ara given by those merchants were far too modest and understated!

After all, seven years ago, when they first met, they were able to have a simple touch, but now they can't even touch the hem of their clothes.

"Hmph, don't underestimate yourself."

"Moreover, Lord Orochimaru had already left me with secret techniques and backup plans."

"With the combined strength of the three of us, we can naturally resolve this."

"I just don't know if you are mentally prepared to sacrifice yourselves for the sake of the clan and Lord Orochimaru."

Feng Molan's ferocious roar interrupted his companions' worries, and his exposed body had turned a dark gray, a deathly color.

Not only that, thick blood vessels slowly appeared on his body surface, his light purple short hair gradually developed a withered texture, and even his black pupils seemed to be slowly swallowed by the surrounding whites of his eyes.

All the life force within it seemed to be transforming into another form of existence.

"Of course!"

"You can always trust our will."

The Wind Demon Haircutter and the Wind Demon Earth Spider answered without the slightest hesitation, even choosing to ignore the strange changes that had occurred to their companions.

At this moment, they had only one thought: to prove that their years of patience and perseverance had not been in vain!

Lord Orochimaru is the future of the Fuma clan!!

"very good."

Feng Molan, who had stood up, grinned maliciously and praised.

Moreover, it was visible to the naked eye that his already robust body became even stronger in that instant, with the bulging muscles resembling valleys on his arms, and substantial chakra energy beginning to overflow his body surface.

What is most frightening and chilling is the pair of eye sockets completely swallowed by the whites of the eyes, from which a strong sense of foreboding is poured out.

"Lan, Big Brother."

As the wind demon Sasamu drew near, he murmured, his trembling eyes filled with fear and dread.

Her body was trembling, wanting to get away, but the feelings in her heart prevented her from turning around and running away.

Of course, this heartfelt appeal did not reach the ears of the former.

Or perhaps they heard it, but were simply ignored by the other party.

At this moment, Feng Molan only had eyes for his two companions.

"Then entrust your lives entirely to me!!"

"The Fuma clan, even Lord Orochimaru would acknowledge your sacrifice."

"Jie Jie Jie!!"

With a bizarre, unrestrained grin, he stretched out his arms, which resembled coiled dragons, toward his companions.

..........

The place is deserted.

That's roughly the current state of this outpost.

Despite the combined search by both the white eyes and the insects, no secrets could be hidden in this intricate and dark underground.

Unfortunately, almost everything that existed there before was destroyed by Orochimaru, leaving no trace of his whereabouts or research.

He probably thought that after leaving, he would never need to use this place again.

However, it's only almost.

The sorcerer's insects still managed to find a letter in a hidden compartment.

This letter must have been delivered recently; it was unopened and still had a faint, pleasant fragrance lingering on its surface.

The presence of the Byakugan made it easy for Ara to confirm that this was not a trap deliberately left behind, and he also discovered something rather interesting.

'Squeak.'

With a slight tearing sound, Huang opened the letter.

[Reporting to Lord Orochimaru, the suppression of Outpost 4 has been completed, with a total of 248 surviving experimental subjects.]

By the dim light of the passageway, he read the contents of the book on the spot.

Moreover, the very first line that caught his eye caused a slight change in his gaze.

The exact nature of this force—more than two hundred experimental subjects—is unclear, but there is no doubt that it is not weak.

They might even be stronger than ninjas from some small ninja villages.

After all, aside from a few truly gifted individuals who were trained from childhood, most of those who could become Orochimaru's physical form were born ninjas, possessing a certain foundation and the innate conditions to be transformed.

However, these defective products don't seem to be genuinely willing to submit. My suggestion is to leave a few obedient ones, and I'll deal with the rest!

The unruly spirit can be glimpsed from the brushstrokes on it.

This undoubtedly demonstrates the strength of the reporter.

However, this was not the end of the letter.

[Forgive my impertinence, but your next reincarnation is approaching, isn't it?]

I hope you will reconsider my petition.