Chapter 884

It wasn't like that. The real culprit behind this outcome was actually the dragon vein power Young Yuanzi had unleashed earlier. Back in her fight with the Red Sand Scorpion, she had looked down on the dragon vein's power after it fully erupted, and to show off she 'self-destructed.' Naturally the scene spiraled out of control, and she ended up having to swallow the bitter fruit of her own doing.

The dragon vein's wildness and instability can influence a person's emotions to a great extent; the dragon vein had reached such a conclusion long ago. And that was only the conclusion when the dragon vein was used through the switch technique — let alone what Young Yuanzi did, unprecedentedly drawing power straight from the Dragon Vein Well and running it rampant through her own meridians.

As for Young Yuanzi, a person who, as long as she's alive, will keep courting death, no one can really say much about her. After all, as a Divine Dragon Envoy, she possesses the valve that lets her freely control the vein switch, and she herself belongs to the 'beyond-human' category. Those limits that apply to ordinary humans simply aren't suitable as a reference — in Young Yuanzi's own words.

"The so-called limit — you only know where it is once you've surpassed it."

So the exploration-loving Young Yuanzi overdid it. After the battle with the Scorpion, to shake off the lingering influence of the dragon vein's power, she had no choice but to split herself in two. She left this young version of herself in the main plane and cast the remaining part into a different space. She had only one purpose in doing this: to wait for the rampant dragon vein power to dry up on its own, since it had no source.

The method was crude and simple, but it was indeed practical. Young Yuanzi forcibly ignored the impact this might have on other spaces — she had no time to think about such things. Once everything calmed down, she would use the same technique to recover herself and merge back into one.

The idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel. Because she was incomplete and her strength had greatly diminished, Young Yuanzi had to use the dragon vein's power once more to fight off powerful enemies that appeared.

"Hasn't Lin Cheng recovered yet? We're running around like headless flies!" Because the pursuing Mist ninja were drawing closer, Jiraiya understood that the plan to shake off the enemy had fallen through. So before stopping to fight the enemy, it was very necessary to mobilize every ounce of fighting strength.

"If it's about her injuries, there's nothing serious. As for why she's been like this the whole time, I think she may have fallen under some kind of genjutsu." Haku paused briefly and glanced at Lin Cheng, who was being carried on her back — this princess of the Hyuga clan was still like a puppet, completely unresponsive.......

Xiao Mei came over holding Xiao Jue, stared for a moment, and looked a little puzzled.

The 'Byakugan' has this characteristic. For something to be able to make Lin Cheng, who can basically ignore genjutsu, fall victim to it, probably only the Sharingan could do it.

"They're here! Everyone scatter!" A sudden downpour of senbon came flying in from all directions. Although no one present could possibly be defeated by such a petty trick as a projectile, the advancing formation they had been maintaining was still thrown into disarray. Jiraiya had no time to worry about that — if he couldn't use intel to confirm the enemy's situation, then he'd use his own hands. Knock down every enemy he laid eyes on!

In fact, from the first engagement with the Mist ninja until now — after breaking out of the encirclement, they had been surrounded by multiple enemies once again — Jiraiya had been summarizing the whole time. He was recording the tactics and various ninjutsu these enemies had used, while also observing the others' situations.

Jiraiya himself, of course, had no problem at all. As long as the enemy wasn't on the level of Kisame Hoshigaki, they simply couldn't pose a threat to him.

On the ground not far away, ice sculptures of strange shapes stood one after another — needless to say, all of them were Xiao Mei's handiwork. Jiraiya wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but Xiao Mei's ice release seemed even more Gu Ji than before. Xiao Jue, who was being held in her arms, even had frost on her eyebrows.

Of course, after Xiao Mei's elegant turn, Xiao Jue — whose face showed nothing but excitement and no other oddity — dispelled his strange thought. Without the cover of mist, Zabuza in clear view was, rather than an assassin, more like a swordsman; every slash could be described as wide and unrestrained.