I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Seven years of questioning from the clan,

Now that she has received such a promise, she has finally made the right gamble.

The Wind Demon Clan can once again stand in the sunlight!

Even if it can only last for a short time, it is still a great comfort to the family that has long since become bandits and lives in darkness.

The one who displays a completely different mood from Fuma Dragonfly is Fuma Arashi.

Only by standing at a higher vantage point can one truly appreciate one's own insignificance.

That's how he feels right now.

The boy in her field of vision did not unleash any chakra power, nor did he form any ninjutsu; he simply walked towards her with his defenses wide open.

However, Feng Molan felt every bone and every cell in his body trembling wildly, inexplicably groaning, and vying to proclaim the former's power!

【impossible,】

【impossible. 】

"impossible!!"

The senses in my heart transformed into a tangible growl in that instant.

He was frantically suppressing and rejecting this feeling of powerlessness.

His breathing became rapid, his body tensed, and his azure chakra erupted out like a surging geyser.

They absolutely do not allow themselves to have feelings of fear or dread.

Because that would mean that all of one's persistence and determination up to this point would be in vain and a waste of effort!

This further proves that the power bestowed by Orochimaru was indeed as that person said, utterly vulnerable.

That is absolutely impossible.

Lord Orochimaru is his god, invincible!

The pent-up anger and unwavering will within him transformed into a seven-colored spell: [Wind Demon - Binding Mandala!]

The almost solidified triangular prison, along with the shattered rocks and soil, crashed towards the outsiders in sight.

"Die! Die! Die!"

"Lord Orochimaru is invincible!!"

He roared and howled, and the two heads of his kin, who had lost their own will, erupted with surging chakra energy, as if being frantically absorbed and squeezed by the former, their last bit of life force!

For this,

Faced with the same ninjutsu, Ara still had no intention of dodging, nor did he have the idea of ​​confronting it head-on as before. All he did was draw the horizontal sword he carried on his back and then casually swung it.

There were also waves of azure energy clinging to it.

However, in comparison, the energy unleashed by the Wind Demon Storm was more violent, more powerful, and more chaotic, while the energy waves wrapped around the horizontal blade were relatively calm, stable, and restrained.

This is the state after the Demon-Slaying Blade, Mimi-kiri-maru, is attached.

There was no earth-shattering commotion during the collision; the whole process was as smooth as a sharp blade slicing through tofu, without the slightest hesitation or hindrance.

This scene completely froze Feng Molan's ferocity and roar in that moment.

The sound that silenced this place was a cold, clear comment:

"You are too weak."

"No, impossible!"

"An illusion, it's an illusion again!!"

Under such merciless criticism, Fuma Lan, who had already transformed into a monster, went completely mad. As the waves of chakra surged once more, his massive and tall body turned even more ashen.

However, he didn't pay attention to such changes.

Instead, he directed his steel-forged arm to sweep across the steadily approaching youth wielding a horizontal sword!

The result was that it passed right through without causing any real damage.

Seeing this, just as Feng Molan was trying to remain certain of his previous conjecture and that it was all an illusion, he was already surrounded by a series of similar figures.

Each one has a clear energy fluctuation, and each one gives the most genuine fear!

"impossible,"

"impossible!"

Enraged, Feng Molan waved his arms at the enemies in all directions, releasing energy fluctuations.

However, the ground was shattered and giant trees were broken, but the approaching enemies were completely unaffected.

All the energy, all the attacks, passed right through and had no effect.

Only when the sword-wielding youth approached him, and when the raised blade carried an aura of endless death, did a clear sense of powerlessness and fear finally rise in his eyes.

"no, do not want!"

In the distance, hysterical pleas could be heard.

But in the end, it was not enough to stop the sword in the boy's hand from moving even an inch.

He had already given them a chance, but they didn't cherish it and were consumed by their corrupted will.

Now, Feng Molan can no longer give him another chance. Even if Huang chooses to let him go, even if this guy can regain his senses after the evil spell is lifted and survive by sheer luck as his life slips away.

However, the image of personally taking away his companion's life will be a psychological barrier he can never overcome.

Living will only bring more pain.

Being given death is actually the best outcome.

'puff. '

Without the slightest hesitation, the sharp blade pierced the 'monster's' heart, and blood gushed out.

Meanwhile, Huang's will became even more steadfast.

One day in the future, he will also have to deal with the backlash from the contract with Asura.

Of course, it's about going to that person's home turf on your own initiative, rather than summoning them to this plane.

Therefore, before that, he had to arrange everything and safely transfer all his clansmen to the territory he managed.

The next action must succeed.

Therefore, he wanted this land of unclaimed fields.

As for the local daimyo.........

They are not like those old-fashioned, conservative ninjas; power is their strongest weapon.

Chapter 453 You have three minutes.

Whether it was due to a deviation in Ara's attack or because the experimental subject modified by Orochimaru was no longer a normal person, the heart was no longer a fatal weakness.

In short, Feng Molan, whose body had been pierced, did not die immediately. Instead, he viciously raised his muscular, vein-bursting arm and grabbed the battle blade that had been thrust into his body, seemingly trying to pull out the thing that was causing him so much pain.

However, this arm, which contained explosive power, seemed to have lost its inherent strength at this moment, and it could not do it no matter how hard it tried.

This sharp, horizontal blade remained motionless, like a sword in a stone awaiting its true master.

Meanwhile, behind the hole, a substantial azure energy was frantically escaping along the wound.

This escape, this lack of energy, is causing his swollen, robust body to shrivel at a visible rate!

Meanwhile, the two kinsmen who had been absorbed into his body were desperately waving their arms, trying their best to plug the ever-widening wound and prevent the power from escaping.

But in the end it was all in vain.

The power that doesn't belong to oneself is already at its limit if forcibly used; how can one then control it?

And just as easily this energy was acquired, it dissipated just as quickly.

'Bang',

A dull thud echoed as the steel arm was attached to the shoulder bone of the Wind Demon.

Its emaciated body was clearly no longer able to withstand such gravity.

So it is, so it is.

This drove him to a near-mad state; his pupils, already filled with white, began to swell eerily with bloodshot, and his hateful gaze was fixed intently on the person before him, directly confronting those evil eyes.

"I didn't lose!"

"The power bestowed by Lord Orochimaru has not been lost!"

"Time, all I lack is time!!"

Feng Molan roared hysterically.

Although it was only for a moment, he clearly felt how powerful and promising the future was, bestowed upon him by Lord Orochimaru.

However, everything was defeated by time.

If only he had more time, and if only he could gain more 'recognition' and 'will' from his people.

Therefore, defeating the inbound travelers in front of us is a piece of cake!

It is even imperative to use this secret technique to restore the former glory of the Wind Demon Clan.

But now,

Because of insufficient foundation and lack of time.

Even though his body was supplied with the life force of the Wind Demon Haircut and the Wind Demon Earth Spider, the decay caused by the dissipation of energy was ultimately irreversible.

His current state is like that of a punctured balloon; the gas inside has no chance of staying and is rapidly dissipating.

After all, this wound was caused by the demon-slaying sword, Miyagi-maru!!

Before long, this state of decay was transferred from Fuma Haircut and Fuma Earth Spider to Fuma Storm, the main body.

His body was decaying, his skin was cracking, and at this moment he seemed to have gone from being vigorous to old age in an instant.

"Time, give me a little more time!"