Chapter 867: , The prestige of Konoha

"Huu, huu..."

The north wind swept across this desolate desert, the yellow sand filling the sky and blocking out the sun; it seemed that even the sunlight could not penetrate these layers of sand curtains.

Even in this extremely harsh weather, there was still a person in a hurry in this desert, constantly burying his head and rushing on his way.

He was wearing a sand-colored flak jacket, his face covered by a thick layer of gauze, and on the outer layer of the gauze was an extremely conspicuous Sunagakure forehead protector.

Combining this person's attire and forehead protector, it could be determined that this was a Sunagakure Jonin.

It was just strange why a lone Sunagakure Jonin would appear in this desolate desert, braving the wind and sand.

Rather than saying he was traveling through the desert, it would be more appropriate to say he was fleeing.

"Huff, huff..."

Shimada's eyes were filled with terror as he gasped for air, driving his exhausted body to run wildly forward, as if something terrifying was constantly chasing him from behind; as long as he dared to stop, he would be ruthlessly devoured.

Finally, even with the physique of a Jonin, Shimada could not hold on any longer, his legs going weak and he fell into the sand.

Because he had been running for too long, so long that he was exhausted and had lost his way in this vast desert.

"Huu, huu..."

The gale was still howling, and a flash of despair crossed the eyes of Shimada, who had fallen to the ground.

The next moment, he stood up resolutely, becoming somewhat insane under the extreme despair.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

Suddenly, Shimada seemed to have gone mad; he stood up abruptly and shouted crazily at his surroundings, while pulling out the weapon in his hand and constantly gesturing at the air.

"Come on! Come on, you bastard!! Do you think I'm afraid of you!!!"

He kept shouting at the air, his expression excited and insane, as if he were possessed.

It seemed that in Shimada's eyes, there was an "invisible enemy."

After a bout of cursing and wild shouting, Shimada's expression gradually calmed down, and his eyes shifted from despair and insanity to joy, and then to ecstasy.

"Shook, shook them off..."

Shimada murmured in disbelief; the next second, his expression instantly became ferocious again, only this time it was due to extreme joy.

"Hahahaha!!!"

"Sure enough, with my speed, even he..."

Before his words could finish, Shimada only felt a flash of white light, and his world instantly began to spin.

Bright red liquid shot into the sky like a fountain.

Gurgle...

Shimada's vision finally stabilized, and when he looked at the headless corpse in front of him, his eyes were somewhat confused.

The next second, Shimada's confusion was resolved, because a man with white spiky hair and a mask was walking toward his position with indifference.

Terror engulfed Shimada once again, only this time he had no chance to continue running.

Afterward, eternal darkness drowned Shimada; in the very end, he still could not escape the engulfment of fear.

Hatake Sakumo lifted Shimada's head indifferently, then skillfully used a ninja art to preserve it; this head could be used for intelligence gathering and could also serve as a witness to his meritorious service.

After doing all this, ignoring the headless corpse on the ground, Hatake Sakumo chose to turn and leave indifferently.

"Thirty-seven."

Hatake Sakumo counted silently in his heart; after all, he had already cut off thirty-seven such heads.

This meant that thirty-seven Sunagakure Jonin had died under his blade.

Or more precisely, thirty-five Jonin and two Quasi-Kage.

What kind of concept was this?

In the vast Sunagakure, there were only about three hundred Jonin in total; now, more than one-tenth of the Jonin had died at the hands of Hatake Sakumo, not to mention that there were two Quasi-Kage level existences among them.

Along with these thirty-seven heads spreading across the entire battlefield was his title, "Konoha's White Fang."

"A general's success is built on ten thousand bones"—this saying was not false at all.

In this war that had lasted for nearly half a year, Hatake Sakumo had successfully turned the four words "Konoha's White Fang" into a nightmare for the Suna-nin.

Now, as long as the name Konoha's White Fang was mentioned among the Suna-nin, even those with tenacious fighting spirits would instantly scatter and flee.

Hatake Sakumo knew that as long as he pushed a little harder, the seemingly formidable Sunagakure would completely collapse.

Thinking of this, Hatake Sakumo looked toward the distance.

There, there were two opponents who hated him to the bone but could do nothing about him.

In the Land of Wind, about one hundred kilometers deep into the border, the Suna-nin army led by Chiyo and Ebizo was currently huddled here, not daring to act rashly.

The reason they dared not act rashly was also very direct.

That was because they had been completely surrounded here by Konoha ninjas.

At this moment, the high-level members of the Suna-nin troops were gathered together, discussing countermeasures.

It was just that throughout the entire Suna-nin force, everyone maintained a tacit consensus—silence.

In the main seat, the siblings Chiyo and Ebizo had very ugly expressions; even these evergreen Suna-nin who were nearly fifty years old were at their wit's end regarding the current situation.

Now, they had to admit that the Suna-nin's defeat was set, and there was no way to turn the tide.

And all of this was because of one person—Hatake Sakumo!

Mentioning this person, Chiyo and Ebizo both felt their teeth itching with hatred. ===== CHAPTER 869 =====