Naruto's graceful style

"Not good, the enemy is starting to retreat."

The large-scale White Zetsu retreating like a white wave immediately attracted the attention of Kakashi and others.

However, as soon as they were about to set off, they felt a sense of powerlessness and could only watch the enemy escape.

"They can't escape."

At this moment, Yuta moved and his whole body turned into an arrow and shot out.

The giant arm of chakra suddenly swept across the branch, destroying everything and knocking away all the White Zetsu along the way.

And in Yuta's hands, a large amount of chakra emerged, forming a small tornado in an instant.

call

The wind is picking up.

The small blue tornado moved the wind from the outside and gradually expanded in size.

As if he still felt that the speed of condensation was not enough, with a thought from Yuta, the giant chakra arm immediately decomposed and merged into the tornado.

In an instant, the core of the tornado suddenly increased several times in size, and its pulling force on the outside world also rapidly increased.

Huhu

The sound of wind filled the entire crypt space.

The surrounding gravel and gravel were blown up by the wind and were sucked into the tornado.

Yuta controlled the tornado in his hand and increased the delivery of chakra. With his current amount of chakra and control of chakra, he was already more comfortable in using this super large-scale ninjutsu again.

buzz

As the tornado continued to expand, buzzing sounds came from it, and a blue cold light loomed, and every flicker could make people tremble.

When the fleeing Bai Jue saw this scene, their expressions changed, and they couldn't help but speed up their escape.

Seeing this, Kakashi and the others behind him also had shock in their eyes.

"It can only go so far."

Looking at the tornado that was tens of meters high and almost reached the top of the cave, Yuta felt slightly dissatisfied. If it were on the ground, the scale of the tornado would definitely be much larger than that.

The limitations of this confined space were too great. No matter how strong the traction force of the tornado's core was, the outside wind it could affect was limited, making it impossible to achieve the effect he imagined.

However, this is enough.

Looking at the White Zetsu army escaping deep in the cave, Yuta's eyes flashed with cold light. He held up the tornado and waved it forward. He quickly retreated and distanced himself.

And the seemingly slow-moving tornado exploded with horrifying destructive power the moment it escaped his control.

Distortion, violence, impact

There were roaring sounds, breaking sounds, and constant sounds. The entire crypt seemed to be broken through. The White Jue army was like tiny ants, being sucked into the tornado one after another. In the next moment, it was shattered and annihilated by the cold light inside.

The tornado's movement became louder and louder, and as it continued to penetrate deeper, even the underground cave began to tremble.

"Retreat."

Namikaze Minato spoke at this moment and glanced at the White Zetsu army under the tornado, screaming incessantly. Then he exchanged glances with Yuta and the others, and used Flying Thunder God to take them out of the cave.

"Whoosh."

Several people returned to the ground and appeared at a location outside the encirclement.

All eyes were looking in the direction of the crypt, and it seemed that they could still faintly feel the vibrations coming from under their feet.

This battle completely exceeded the expectations of Namikaze Minato and others. No one expected that Uchiha Madara would cultivate such a large force.

For this reason, they had to temporarily change their battle plan.

"It should be solved"

After taking a deep look in that direction, Namikaze Minato looked back, seemingly unsure, but actually there was a hint of certainty in his tone.

After all, Yuta's last move is still vivid in his mind at this moment. That kind of powerful ninjutsu can definitely eliminate most of the remaining enemies, if not all.

The remaining enemies are nothing to fear.

Kakashi and the others listened without saying anything, but the expressions on their faces showed that they were thinking the same thing as Namikaze Minato.

"Maybe, but who knows if there will be other crypts?" Yuta's seemingly casual words attracted the attention of others.

"No, it's impossible." Kakashi's mouth twitched, a little unbelievable.

There are to enemies in one crypt. If there are several more crypts like this, it will be okay.

However, looking at the solemn expressions on the other people's faces, it was obvious that they had taken Yuta's guess seriously.

Well, I was too optimistic.

Gently scratching his cheek, Kakashi thought to himself, put away the relaxed mood he had just taken away a bunch of enemies, and became serious.

Today, his battle was the least lasting. It seems that he will have to strengthen his training in this area in the future.

Because the chakra was almost exhausted in this battle, the combat team had to stop operations and find a place to recover.

Although the battle in the crypt may alarm the target, at this point, they can only take one step at a time.

Moreover, tens of thousands of enemies were eliminated, which was a real achievement. Even Namikaze Minato in the team couldn't help but feel a little excited.

What they were now considering was no longer just Uchiha Madara, but also the possibility of other such crypts existing.

If it really exists, then their action this time may be delayed for a long time.

And it's in an underground cave in this forest.

It was dim and silent.

An old man was sitting on a stone seat, dozing off. The branches of the sacred tree were connected to his neck, and chakra was being transported into his body bit by bit.

a moment.

The old man's closed eyes moved slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed after a moment. From the beginning to the end, the old man did not open his eyes.

However, his mind has already moved.

Night falls, the moon is bright and the stars are few.

Konoha.

The Hokage's office was brightly lit.

After finishing his observation of the village, the Sandaime took a breath from the cigarette holder and spit it out.

Putting down his hands, the picture in the crystal ball disappeared. Looking at the crystal ball that had returned to calm, the third generation old man's eyes flickered slightly, and he was in a daze.

It had been several days since they left.

"I don't know what happened."

The old man sighed softly, stood up and stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking at the moon hanging high in the night sky, not knowing what he was thinking.