Jiraiya's figure had already disappeared from here, but within the same space, Hakushi could clearly sense Jiraiya's whereabouts.
Suddenly, 'ribbit ribbit' sounds echoed beside his ear.
These sounds were filled with dense Sage Art Chakra, pervading every corner of the esophagus.
"Here!"
Hakushi turned at the bend and charged straight over, seeing Jiraiya's figure at the end of the esophagus.
On his shoulders, the two Immortals had their cheeks puffed out, the ribbiting sounds coming from their mouths, seemingly preparing some kind of Immortal Technique.
"Fire Style: Great Flame Bomb!"
Seeing Hakushi rush over, Jiraiya had no hesitation in unleashing a Ninja Technique, a gigantic fireball clogging the entire esophagus and rushing towards Hakushi.
Without hesitation, Hakushi flicked a scroll from his sleeve, water gushing out to collide with the fireball, generating scalding steam, spreading through the esophagus.
Jiraiya watched as the white steam began to form ahead, suddenly, Hakushi's figure emerged from within the steam, charging straight towards him.
"Try this move!"
Jiraiya pressed his hands against the ground.
The flesh under Hakushi's feet grew crazily, intending to devour his body.
Splurt! Splurt!
Shadow Blade cut through the flesh, Hakushi's speed not decreasing as he charged at Jiraiya, raising the Chakra Scalpel in his hand, which appeared larger and larger in Jiraiya's sight.
Gulp!
A string of bubbles issued from Hakushi's mouth.
Hakushi paused for a moment, realizing he was trapped inside a dark, deep-colored cube. Inside this cube, water mixed with dense Sage Art Chakra pressed against every part of his body, rendering him unable to move, even the chakra within him felt chaotic, making it impossible to use Ninja Techniques.
Around the cube's water domain, four gigantic toads sat, palms aimed at the cube, reinforcing the space's binding force, and with time, the binding force would only grow stronger.
Below the cube's water domain, Jiraiya looked up at the confined Hakushi within the barrier, on his shoulders, Fukasaku Sage and Shima Sage panted heavily in exhaustion, after using this Immortal Technique, the mental fatigue was overwhelming, seemingly draining all their energy.
"I see... This is a kind of Genjutsu barrier similar to a Summoning Jutsu, no wonder the Shadow Dancer couldn't help me break it..."
Hakushi spoke arduously.
Unexpectedly, there was such a peculiar Genjutsu in Mount Myoboku.
Once locked onto by this type of Genjutsu, even he could not utilize the Shadow Dancer to break it.
Even Ruri's Mangekyo Sharingan Pupil Technique couldn't find a way to break it.
"Genjutsu, barrier, summoning as one... truly an eye-opener... these toads of Mount Myoboku..."
Hakushi glared intently at the two Immortals on Jiraiya's shoulders.
"You were too careless, being a bit more cautious, and I might have been the one to lose. This war needs a concluding mark."
Jiraiya said seriously.
"A concluding mark... is it?"
Hakushi smiled slightly, closing his eyes, as if resigning to fate.
"Even at this point, you don't know remorse? In that case, it seems you have no last words to leave behind."
Jiraiya stepped forward, ready to end Hakushi's life.
However, a sharp aura approached from behind, freezing the space in an instant.
The sudden shuddering feeling compelled Jiraiya to turn around.
A blood-red spearhead pierced through the meat wall behind him, held by a white-haired youth, whose gaze bore no emotion.
Jiraiya's expression changed dramatically, revealing disbelief.
Where did this guy come from?
Could it be that the Anbu outside had already been completely annihilated?
Moreover, even if they defeated the Anbu, outsiders should not be able to find the barrier's entrance.
As Jiraiya's thoughts raced, he hastily retreated.
But the attack came too suddenly, leaving him little time to react.
Just as the Blood Spear was about to pierce through Jiraiya's body, Shima Sage quickly gathered a large amount of Sage Art Chakra in her palm, gripping the spearhead and twisting the spear's direction, yet the hand was grazed by the spearhead, bleeding.
This youth has such strength! As Shima Sage grasped the Blood Spear, she realized even after utilizing Sage Art Chakra, she could barely compete in strength, it was difficult to hold on.
Living for over eight hundred years, it was her first time realizing the creatures of the Mortal Realm were so formidable.
"Well done, mother of the child!"
Fukasaku Sage let out a croak, immediately spraying a water blade from his mouth.
The water blade cut across the bandage on the painted eyeball, leaving it unscathed, not even a white mark left behind.
Then, the eyes on the bandage seemed to be violently stimulated, the pitch-black eyeballs rotating simultaneously, staring intensely at Fukasaku Sage.
Fukasaku Sage shuddered, feeling a chill up his spine, what was this thing? Could it be that the eyeball was alive?
Jiraiya finally reacted, extending a kick, swiftly hitting the white-haired youth's chest.
The air roared, and the white-haired youth flew out like a cannonball, embedding into the meat wall, which pressed down, swallowing his body.
"Are you alright, big sister?"
Jiraiya gasped, seeing the wound on Shima Sage's hand, asking with concern.
"Don't worry, this is just a scratch..."
As Shima Sage said this, her body suddenly froze, feeling something inside her was missing.