Boom~~
A special firework exploded in the sky. This type of firework could be seen by ninjas from miles away, and in the ninja world, it was also used as a way to send messages!
However,
This time, it was the Jashin Cult sending out a distress signal, and anyone nearby from the cult could see it.
"Distress signal? They're already sending out a distress signal this soon?"
Some of the red-clad people who had just witnessed Genya's Dust Release murmured when they saw the signal.
Distress!
As soon as the distress signal appeared, everyone's attention was drawn to it. They all hoped someone would see the message and quickly rush to the scene.
Especially Hidan, the most powerful and perfect immortal body!
They hoped he would arrive soon. These two were already difficult to deal with, and there was also a middle-aged man with white hair watching them closely, looking very strong!
He was standing still, obviously a leader!
Damn it!
The leader of the red-clad cult members silently cursed but still reminded everyone, "Be careful of the man with the monkey mask and the cube in his hand. He can erase us!"
Huh?
Even without his warning, some of the others were already trying to avoid Genya's attacks. Most of them hadn't seen Dust Release before, so they instinctively tried to dodge!
That jutsu, which could erase people in an instant, made everyone fearful.
The battle continued!
However, this battle was mostly participated in by Jiraiya. He was just watching from the side, occasionally hunting down a few Jashin Cult members who came towards him.
In the end, everyone began to target Jiraiya. Some even charged towards the onlooking Jiraiya. They deliberately avoided Genya, as his unique ninjutsu made them fearful.
"Hey, hey, I'm just watching! Why are you coming after me? Go find him!" Jiraiya shouted angrily as he saw the cult members charging at him. These people were picking the wrong enemy!
From beginning to end, he had been nothing more than a spectator.
"Hmph, you're all in this together," another cult member growled, engaging in battle with Shisui.
In no time, a vacuum zone formed around Genya, with all the Jashin Cult members instinctively avoiding him. Especially the red-robed cultists, who treated the area around Genya as a forbidden zone!
Genya was quite relaxed. He started moving forward, the red-robed cult leader leading the charge.
As he advanced, the red-robed cultist couldn't help but step back, becoming more cautious, afraid that Genya might attack.
Although he could avoid Genya's Dust Release, no one knew if the man before him had stronger ninjutsu. After all, Genya had dominated the situation and applied immense pressure.
Seeing the retreat, Genya smiled and slowly spoke, "Heh, you were sending a distress signal earlier, right? Your reinforcements should be arriving soon, don't keep me waiting too long~~~"
Uh…
As he saw Genya's smile, his heart tightened.
Don't keep me waiting too long?
Were they not afraid of being surrounded by all the elite members of the Jashin Cult?
After a brief silence, he finally spoke, "Don't worry, when my cult's people arrive, it will be your death day."
"I'm waiting." Genya spoke slowly.
He had no intention of participating in the battle!
However, occasional screams of pain echoed from the battlefield. Despite it only being Shisui and Jiraiya fighting at the moment, the two had already taken control of the situation.
These cries of agony made the leader in red grow even more tense.
About ten miles away, a person dressed in the Akatsuki robes was resting, leaning against a tree branch. He saw the signal sent by the Jashin Cult and suddenly opened his eyes!
Slowly standing up, the sickle-shaped blade behind him gleamed with a cold light.
Someone dared to target the Jashin Cult's foundation?
Although he had joined the Akatsuki, the Jashin Cult was his home. Now, someone was threatening the Cult, which meant they were threatening his foundation!
Damn it, who was it?
No one had dared to attack them here before!
This was an insult to the Jashin Cult's pride, and now, he was its face!
With that thought, he stood up and walked forward, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.
"Emergency distress signal. What trouble has the Jashin Cult encountered?" He murmured, and in the next moment, his figure vanished, reappearing dozens of meters away.
Time passed!
In the Jashin Cult's cave, the battle was nearing its end. Over a dozen ninjas had already been taken care of by Shisui and Jiraiya, lying on the ground, barely alive!
Two of the red-clad were already disabled, stitched up by others with needles and thread!
Though they could recover, stitching them up would speed up the healing process.
"I've gotten the blood from the white-haired one!" At this moment, a Jashin Cult Jonin held a kunai covered in blood, though Jiraiya also had a cut on his shoulder!
"Give it to me!" With those words, a red-clad follower walked over and took the bloodied kunai.
"Hehe... now, let me show you what true terror feels like!" The red-clad figure said as he slowly spread his legs and used the blood to draw a pentagram on the ground.
He slowly raised the blood-stained kunai in his hand, then swallowed the blood from the blade as if it were a drink.
The ferocity on his face grew even more intense.
His palm turned pitch black, and as he looked toward the figure of Jiraiya, his eyes also revealed a sinister expression.
"Not good." Jiraiya looked at the red-clad figure in the center of the formation and felt a sense of foreboding in his heart. He quickly moved forward, intending to drive the red-clad cultist out of the formation.
But before Jiraiya could move any further, he saw the red-clad cultist suddenly stab at his leg.
At the same time, fresh blood blossomed from Jiraiya's leg.
He staggered, his body half-kneeling on the ground.
His eyes, however, were filled with shock as he looked at the cultist's movements.
What had just happened was that the cultist had transferred the self-inflicted injury to him. No wonder these people wanted the blood of other ninjas so badly.
This kind of curse, if it were placed on someone else, would cost a life in exchange for another. But on these half-immortal red-clad cultists, it was a deadly weapon.
He couldn't allow the cultist to finish him off. Before the cultist killed him, he had to erase the curse mark and perhaps there would be a chance to survive!
With this thought, Jiraiya struggled to get up.
"Haha... Stop struggling. Those cursed by the Death Possession Blood Jutsu can only wait to be tortured and killed!" The red-clad cultist, with a cruel grin on his face, watched Jiraiya struggle.
At the same time, he stabbed at his other thigh.
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