Chapter 87
Mei Terumi slowly raised her head, surrounded by endless white tendrils, each appearing to possess some kind of sentience. They collided, swayed, and seemed to be gloating over their defeated prey.
Above, a masked figure sat calmly atop a bizarre tree covered with countless eyes. The azure eye beneath the mask was as deep and cold as an ancient well, indifferent and profound.
The setting sun pierced through a dissipating cloud, casting a fiery red light through a circular hole in the sky. This light illuminated Hashirama behind him, making him appear like a cold, aloof deity looking down on the world.
“Boil Release: Skilled Mist Technique!”
Mei Terumi expelled a greenish acidic mist from her mouth, instantly dissolving the surrounding white tendrils into black sludge.
After completing this, her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.
She urgently addressed the remaining ten or so Kirigakure ninjas:
“The path is clear. You all must go now. I’ll cover the rear.”
“But…”