The Hand of God Creates the Strongest Hidden Mist Village

Chapter 61 Surrender Before My Invincible Divine Might

"Kamui!"

Just as Hozuki Mangetsu was preparing to do his best to resist the attack, a calm voice suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely eerie and terrifying scene appeared.

Just as the incredibly powerful crimson blade of light was about to strike the three little ones, the space in front of it suddenly rippled like the surface of water.

The blade's edge disappeared into that distorted space without any hindrance, vanishing without a trace like a mud ox entering the sea.

There was no explosion, no impact, it just... disappeared.

"What?!"

The high priest's maniacal laughter froze, and for the first time, a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared in his eyes.

The three little ones were also stunned.

They stared blankly at the gradually recovering space in front of them, and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

It's Goji Berry!

"team leader!"

Hozuki Mangetsu called out unconsciously, and the gaze of the high priest of the evil god fell on Makoto Karatachi.

At this moment, Makoto Karatachi was dressed in normal black clothes and did not emit any strong chakra fluctuations. He just stood casually next to Ao and Yuki.

It was as if that attack that distorted space just now had nothing to do with him.

"Playing tricks!"

The high priest of the evil god sneered, his blood-red scythe pointing directly at Makoto Goji: "No matter what tricks you've used, before the true power of a god..."

"Kamui!"

The kaleidoscope in Makoto's eyes spun continuously, and his vast pupil power suddenly poured out.

An alternate dimension within the field of vision, an incredibly chaotic spatial eye technique!

Kamui!

Space distorted again.

This time, the center of the distortion was the high priest's body!

There was no sound, and no lighting or special effects.

The high priest felt an indescribable pain surge through him, followed by a dizzying sensation.

With a thud, his head fell to the ground, the cut on his neck as smooth as a mirror, and blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red.

And his body...

It no longer has a body.

His entire body had been twisted by divine power and sent into the divine power space!

The entire room fell silent.

The cultists and Cloud Ninjas who had been watching from afar stopped what they were doing, their faces filled with disbelief.

No one expected that the evil god's chief priest, who had been fighting three elite ninjas to a standstill and whose immortality made him extremely intimidating, would be instantly killed!

And what kind of technique was that just now!

"Time-space ninjutsu?"

A Cloud Village Jonin spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "How is this possible? Besides the Yellow Flash of Konoha, there are actually people in this world who possess space-time ninjutsu..."

No, they're not the same.

The captain of the Cloud Village, a middle-aged man with a resolute face and a scar below his left eye, stared intently at Makoto Kuraki.

"The space-time ninjutsu mastered by Minato Namikaze is the Flying Thunder God Technique created by the Second Hokage. Its principle is fixed-point teleportation, thereby achieving instantaneous movement."

"But this guy directly distorts space!"

Such a terrifying technique is simply unheard of!

Samui gripped the short sword tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with deep shock.

Like the Hidden Mist Village, the Cloud Village also holds the highest reverence for the strong. The fact that Seiichi Kuraki used such methods to make his move deeply shocked the girl.

"This, this is impossible..."

The head hit the ground and rolled a few times, the high priest's face filled with shock.

He was still alive. He had been beheaded before, but his body remained intact and, with the help of the Blood Scythe, quickly recovered.

At this moment, although his mind was still clear, he had no torso or limbs, and apart from moving his eyes and roaring, he could do nothing else!

This kind of living is more terrifying and desperate than death.

"impossible?"

Makoto Kuraki walked to the head of the high priest and looked down at him.

He lifted his foot and placed it on the head.

"You have no idea what true impossibility is."

"Click, click!"

The sound of the skull shattering was particularly jarring in the silence.

The cultists stared in disbelief at the scene before them. Their immortal high priest was now having his head crushed like a watermelon!

Red and white substances were splattered all over the ground, and those once fervent eyes had completely lost their luster, leaving only a pile of mud.

However, Makoto Koji raised an eyebrow slightly.

"This vitality is really tenacious."

In his perception, even though the guy's head had been crushed by his foot, he still retained some life activity.

This conceptual existence, which locks in an immortal body, is indeed immortal. As long as the blessing of the evil god remains, this immortality will continue indefinitely!

Of course, being alive is one thing, but without a head, this guy is nothing more than a living lump of mud.

"Run!"

"The High Priest... is dead!"

"Run!"

Seeing this, the cult members completely collapsed.

Someone shouted first, and the remaining cultists scattered like ants in a pot, fleeing in terror toward the cave exit.

Makoto Kujira didn't bother with this rabble. The Evil God Cult had a huge influence in the Land of Hot Water. Even if he killed all of them, it wouldn't have much of an impact on the Evil God Cult as a whole.

On the contrary, releasing them and spreading the word that the immortal can die would have a greater impact.

His gaze fell on the fallen Blood Scythe.

The thing lay quietly on the ground, and even without the priest's control, its scythe still emitted a faint red light, as if it were alive, breathing.

The Blood Scythe felt cold and heavy in my hand. Even though the high priest was dead, the chaotic and evil will contained within the scythe was still clearly perceptible.

"The medium of the evil god..."

Gouju Cheng gave a light hum, took out a sealing scroll, and sealed it inside.

I don't care if you're a media outlet or not, just go in!

After doing all this, he turned to look at the three little ones who were still a bit dazed.

"Is everything alright?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Hozuki Mangetsu was the first to come to his senses, swallowed hard, and looked at Makoto Karatachi with a complicated expression.

Ringo Ameyuri and Kisame Hoshigaki also shook their heads without saying a word, but the awe in their eyes as they looked at the captain deepened.

"If there's nothing else, pack up and prepare to leave." Makoto Kuraki carefully put away the sealing scroll. "As for these Cloud Ninja..."

Makoto Karimoto's voice wasn't loud, but he didn't try to hide it at all. In the cave, such a voice was practically the same as someone whispering in your ear to a ninja.

The Mist Ninja team immediately locked their sharp gazes onto the Cloud Ninja team.

The Cloud Village also paused for a moment, and several Jonin quickly exchanged glances and discussed the matter in hushed tones.

The high priest is dead, so the clue to his immortality should also be gone, and that sinister scythe has fallen into that guy's hands.

The opponent's strength was unfathomable, and they also had four companions who seemed quite formidable... Most importantly, that bizarre spatial ninjutsu from just now was completely beyond their comprehension and understanding!

Forcibly seizing it?

What a joke! Didn't you see how the high priest died?!

The leader of the Cloud Village team took a deep breath, signaled his companions to put away their weapons, and took a few steps forward alone.

"Thank you for your intervention, sir, in slaying this villain. These cultists posed a great threat, and your act of eliminating this scourge for the people is truly admirable!"

"To rid the people of a scourge?"

Looking at the solemn-looking captain of the Cloud Village, Makoto Karatachi revealed a slightly strange smile.

Who said Yun Ren is impulsive and brainless?

Aren't they all pretty smart?