Chapter 383: ...the

The mere, hollow word "draw" did not seem to satisfy the Rock ninjas.

These two words were far from enough to quell the doubts and dissatisfaction in their hearts at this moment.

Seeing this, Huangtu knew. ***

The "war" was far from over; what he would have to face next was the true "beginning."

Although the "enemy" from the outside had departed, the accusations from within had only just begun.

"Please, everyone, don't be impatient; let's withdraw the troops first."

"I will explain everything to everyone."

After Huangtu finished speaking, he ignored everyone else and walked toward the distance with a blank expression.

And the direction Huangtu was walking toward was exactly the direction of the Land of Earth.

The Rock ninjas looked at Huangtu's somewhat hunched and weary back, glancing at each other, the furrows between their brows growing deeper.

But everyone remained silent, merely following Huangtu in retreat.

After all, anyone with eyes could see that the current situation for Rock Village was not favorable.

No one wants to seek death if they can live.

Even ninjas are no exception.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a country where the drizzle never ceased.

"BOOM!!!"

A bolt of lightning struck from the sky, tearing through the dark clouds and illuminating everything in a ghastly white.

Immediately after, a miraculous scene occurred: with the arrival of the lightning, the space where the rain fell incessantly was torn open like a thin, brittle piece of white paper.

"Rip!"

Space twisted violently, and a slender, graceful figure fell out from the pitch-black spatial rift.

Caught off guard, the slender figure landed on the ground in a rather ungraceful posture.

Fortunately, the part that took the impact was her plump buttocks, rather than her face hitting the ground first.

"Ouch!!!"

She immediately let out a cry of pain, her clear, black-and-white eyes welling up with a mist of tears, and the skin around her fair eyes turning slightly red.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

The young girl muttered in pain while covering her "injured" plump area with one hand, struggling to climb up from the ground.

As the girl stood up, her long, slender figure was fully revealed.

Her appearance was extremely delicate and lovely; her skin was as fair as milk. Beneath her curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of almond-shaped eyes contained a mischievous vitality and spirit.

Her slightly childish face was full of pure charm, and her ear-length short hair made her look even more elegant and playful.

But these were not the most eye-catching things.

The most striking thing about the girl was her legs, which seemed to stretch to the heavens!

This pair of long, ivory-glistening legs perfectly interpreted what is meant by the "golden ratio." These invincible long legs, set off by the qipao-like garment she wore, appeared even more dazzling.

From any angle, this delicate and lovely girl was a rare beauty.

Especially for those old gentlemen with a special fetish for legs, if they were to see this girl, they would likely be ecstatic to the point of ascending to heaven.

"Where is this..."

The girl covered her "injured" area with one hand and placed the other on her hip, looking around.

Under the vast curtain of rain, the desolate scene before her appeared so withered and lonely.

Seeing these endless dark clouds and the drizzling rain, the girl subconsciously thought of one place—the Land of Rain.

But the incessant rain alone didn't prove anything.

"So desolate..."

The girl whispered to herself; such a scene was completely different from the Land of Rain in her memory.

Besides, rain was not the exclusive patent of the Land of Rain.

Suddenly, the girl's delicate little ears twitched slightly.

She frowned slightly and looked to one side.

There, there were sounds of fighting.

So, without hesitation, she moved quickly toward that direction.

With her heaven-defying long legs moving continuously, the girl's figure vanished from where she stood.

And in an unknown time, in an unknown space.

A sturdy middle-aged man was trembling all over due to extreme excitement.

Around him were many excited ninjas wearing forehead protectors with earth-stone patterns.

"It succeeded!!!"

Looking at the precise, complex, and massive unknown machine before him, the middle-aged man roared in excitement.

At this moment, the incredibly complex and precise machine was running continuously, emitting a terrifying power.

And in the center of the machine, a pitch-black void that seemed capable of swallowing everything was being sustained by the machine's operation.

If any researchers from later generations saw this, they would surely be surprised and call out the name of this thing—a "wormhole."

Looking at this pitch-black hole, the middle-aged man's burly body trembled due to his overwhelming excitement.

Although the man was unkempt and looked extremely haggard, one could still see traces of his former self on his stubbly face.

From his upright features, one could tell that when he was young, he must have been a man with a square face, a firm and loyal expression.

To achieve this goal, he had risked everything, even sacrificing his own daughter!

But today, he had finally succeeded!

As long as he could succeed, everything was worth it!!!

... lowers...

At this moment, the middle-aged man clenched his fists, his wrinkled eyes filled with tears of excitement.

Twenty years! A full twenty years!

Now, he could finally rely on the secret techniques and machines he had developed to completely change all of this! To change all the tragedies of the present.

He only needed to return to the past and say one thing to his past self...

Just as the man was so excited he couldn't control himself, lost in his own world,

suddenly, a clear and indifferent voice appeared by the man's ear.

"Not bad, I can tell you've worked very hard all these years."

The gentle and elegant voice rang in the middle-aged man's ear.

This gentle whisper sounded like the chanting of a devil to the man.

For countless years, this gentle voice had been the nightmare haunting him; whenever he recalled this gentle tone in the middle of the night, he would wake up from his nightmares!

...

Now, this whisper had appeared by his ear once again; how could the man not be terrified!

He turned around in disbelief, and a voice that was etched into his mind, like a nightmare, appeared in his eyes.

How many years had it been? This terrifying devil hadn't changed at all!

Still wearing a pure white haori. Still that handsome face that was excessively young.

"How could you appear here!!!"

The middle-aged man roared in disbelief, even losing his voice due to his extreme agitation.

To this, the "devil" before him seemed completely indifferent.

"Snap!"

The "devil" raised his hand slightly and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, everything around them seemed like a video that had been paused, frozen in that moment.

Except for this devil and the middle-aged man, everything else was frozen.

"Now, it's our turn to have a good talk."

The "devil" said slowly, his tone still gentle.

Next, from behind the "devil," a figure appeared that the middle-aged man had never expected.

"This is impossible..."

The moment he saw this figure, the middle-aged man muttered to himself, collapsing to the ground as if he had been scared out of his wits.

The "devil" wasn't idle either; he raised a finger and pointed at the black technology of the ninja world that the middle-aged man had spent twenty years of effort to develop.

A familiar translucent halo flashed, and the man's twenty years of hard work instantly turned to dust.

"NO!!!"

The middle-aged man wailed in pain, instantly collapsing on the spot. ***