บท 134: Chapter 134: Hell on Earth
The sword energy was immensely powerful, ruthlessly tearing through the ground.
None of the ninjas caught in the sword energy survived; such terrifying sword energy was something Ao understood as he rose from the dust.
It wasn't that Konoha was unprepared; they simply hadn't detected them until now.
Could it be that Konoha's lack of action was to deceive them, to set up this sudden attack?
But where exactly were the enemies?
Ao's Byakugan activated again, but even in the surrounding area, there wasn't a single person in sight.
All he saw before him was the vivid red of blood, which had formed a channel under the power of the sword energy, merging into a small, crimson creek.
The formation of the shinobi alliance was completely disrupted.
The full forces of the four major ninja villages weren't here, but even the roughly four thousand ninjas present were no small number.
About fifty thousand ninjas from the four major ninja villages had joined the war, with support troops ready to join the battlefield at any time.
"Ahhhhh!"
Screams echoed continuously as they frantically searched for the enemy's figure, never imagining the enemy was above them.
This was the first time Ao had seen such a scene, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.
The troops must be stabilized; otherwise, in this chaos, it would be impossible to fight the enemy.
Swish—
A figure appeared before Ao, bringing with it a suffocating pressure.
Ao's pupils dilated as fear gradually spread, feeling as though an invisible hand was gripping his throat, making it hard to breathe.
Ryujiro looked coldly at Ao.
In the next second, a spray of blood erupted as Ao's hoarse throat let out a terrible scream.
After taking Ao's Byakugan, Ryujiro coldly looked at the kneeling Ao and said, "This eye doesn't belong to you."
The eye that belonged to the Hyuga clan had to be returned.
"Enemy! The enemy is here!"
Ao trembled all over, mustering the courage to loudly alert the ninja troops.
All the ninjas of the alliance turned toward the sound.
Upon seeing the figure, the ninjas of the Hidden Cloud Village were shocked.
That dress…
It was Konoha's swordsman.
Those cold eyes were terrifying.
"Useless fools, just fall already."
Boom!
A terrifying wave of wind and pressure instantly swept around.
Under the influence of Conqueror's Haki and skyrocketing spiritual pressure, most ninjas' mental fortitude was shaken.
Conqueror's Haki had already affected their spirits.
The weaker ninjas couldn't resist the Conqueror's Haki and fainted directly.
Under the dual pressure, nearly half of the four thousand troops were now unfit for battle.
The ninjas trembled as they looked at Ryujiro in the center of the battlefield.
He was even more terrifying than the rumors.
Was this still a human?
Especially the immense spiritual pressure beside Ryujiro was unbearable, completely tearing Ao's soul to ashes, leaving no chance of returning to the Pure Land.
Fear spread through everyone's hearts; they couldn't even meet Ryujiro's gaze.
Fight against such a monster?
Can they win?
Why did Konoha produce such a monster?
In less than a minute since it started, the shinobi alliance had lost over a thousand troops.
Now, fewer than two thousand could continue fighting.
The problem was that under the dual influence of Conqueror's Haki and spiritual pressure, even moving their feet was incredibly difficult.
Suddenly, Ryujiro frowned, his eyes experiencing a sharp pain.
His clear dark green eyes transformed instantly, the three-tomoe Sharingan spinning like a windmill, changing his perception of the world.
He felt the change in his eyes.
This power.
The Mangekyo Sharingan.
He hadn't expected the Mangekyo Sharingan to evolve at this moment.
With the power of the Hogyoku, Ryujiro didn't need emotional trauma to evolve his Sharingan; the power of the Hogyoku would assist his evolution.
Moreover, these eyes…
Ryujiro felt that this abundant power would never deplete.
These eyes were like the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, never to exhaust.
However, the power of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan should be tested elsewhere.
None of these people could bring him any fun.
These souls were sufficient; it was time to harvest.
The battlefield only needed him to manage.
Hollowfication!
Buzz—!
The power of Hollowfication spread across the area, affecting the lingering souls, making them ferocious and pained, revealing their hollow forms.
Sharp howls echoed across the battlefield, the chilling air extending for kilometers.
The ninja alliance watched in terror at the black monsters, their souls trembling.
"Why are there so many monsters here again?"
"Where did these monsters come from!"
"Our weapons are useless against them! Use ninjutsu! Use ninjutsu!"
Endless ninjutsu bombarded the hollows.
While ninjutsu could harm them, only soul-affecting methods could truly destroy them.
Moreover, the number of hollows was no less than the ninja alliance.
The only good news was that hollows would cannibalize each other; the ninja alliance wasn't their sole target.
The hollow souls devoured one another, creating a horrifying scene.
"This is enough. Time to release you."
A void space opened again, and two enormous Gillians, each dozens of meters tall, emerged.
Their auras were even more terrifying.
To the ninja alliance, these two Gillians felt like a flood, breaking through their defenses.
This place!
For them, it was hell on earth.
"Clean up the battlefield."
Two Gillian-class hollows, one of which was nearing the limit of spiritual power.
Itachi and Orochimaru.
Before the war, Ryujiro personally hollowfied Orochimaru.
As for their limits, both could become intermediate-level Vasto Lordes.
What excited Ryujiro the most was whether Itachi would retain his Sharingan after becoming an Arrancar.
Though he wanted to know now, the Gillian form wasn't Itachi's limit.
Keep devouring with more greed.
Don't disappoint me.
It was a massacre, a merciless slaughter.
Facing such numbers of hollows, the ninja alliance had no power to resist.
Ryujiro might be an executioner, but his goals were clear.
He only targeted those attacking Konoha and the Land of Fire.
As for the civilians in the village, Ryujiro would not harm the innocent.
He wasn't a demon.
Blood flowed continuously, and incomplete corpses covered the battlefield.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, making just a deep breath nauseating.
Hell on Earth indeed.
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