"Heh heh. Prepare to die. The moment I took your blood, I already controlled your life!"
Hidan laughed wildly, while pressing the sharp tip of his scythe against his own heart. This man, who had started killing members of the JaShisui Cult, he was about to judge him!
Death!
To avoid any surprises, Hidan planned to kill with one strike!
After killing the man wearing the tiger mask, he wanted the other two to step up. He had long been annoyed by the man wearing the monkey mask — how could he block his attacks?
What kind of technique was that?
Thinking this, he pressed the long blade of his scythe firmly against his chest.
Puh—
In an instant, the sharp pole of the scythe pierced straight through his body, through his heart, and out the other side!
At this moment,
Hidan's entire body was supported by the long pole on the other side of the scythe. He looked completely drained and collapsed onto the scythe's shaft, lifeless.
It was like a performance to accompany death itself.
After a moment, Hidan, still intoxicated, opened his eyes with a satisfied smile.
"You are my first prey today. Next, there will be a second!"
As he spoke, he raised his head.
Buzz—
But when he saw the face before him, his eyes suddenly widened.
A figure was walking step by step toward him — the very person he had just cursed with the Death Possession Blood.
That man had already been cursed to die by him, so how could he still be standing right in front of him?
And there was still no sign of injury?
What? What's going on?
In Hidan's mind, a mix of emotions swirled. He truly didn't understand what was happening before him. How could his Death Possession Blood have no effect?
He knew his Death Possession Blood was always flawless!
It had never failed before.
"No, no, your heart must be in a different spot!" Hidan shook his head, still refusing to believe what he saw. His death ritual had never once gone wrong!
But now it had failed? So his first thought was that Shisui's heart was on the right side!
He instinctively reached to pull out his scythe, ready to strike again at his own right chest!
Shisui didn't rush. He calmly let Hidan hurt himself, a faint smile on his face.
Hidan pointed the sharp blade at his right side once more and leaned forward. "Haha. This time is your death!"
With those words, he fell forward.
Pfft—
Blood splattered instantly. Hidan instinctively shut his eyes, almost seeming to enjoy the pain!
Nearby, the red-robed man who had been facing off against Genya closed his eyes as well.
At this moment, Hidan looked like a fool being toyed with. Even now, he still hadn't realized that the Death Possession Blood no longer worked!
They were the bane of the Jashin Cult.
Now, even Hidan could not escape.
Silence. Silence...
Huh?
Hidan felt the quiet around him. His ears twitched. Something felt wrong— the atmosphere was strange.
Thinking this, he opened his eyes again.
And then,
He saw a figure standing right in front of him, wearing a tiger mask—the very person he had cursed earlier. But this person was perfectly fine, standing calmly in place!
What?
Shock flashed in his eyes.
How was this possible? His eyes were full of disbelief. He still hadn't come to terms with what was happening.
"Hidan, look down!" The red-robed cultist sighed as he looked at Hidan's current state and said.
Look down?
Hidan was stunned, but he obediently lowered his head. At the same time, he saw black flames clinging to his feet, and his Death Possession Blood ritual was being erased!
He realized the chakra he felt disappearing when casting the technique was actually being absorbed by the black flames!
"He erased my Death Possession Blood ritual?" Hidan frowned and slowly spoke.
His voice was heavy. Without the Death Possession Blood's deadly power, his fighting strength was almost halved.
"Heh. The heavens want to destroy my Jashin Cult!" The man in red smiled bitterly. At this moment, he no longer saw any hope—there was simply no hope left.
Hidan was probably doomed too.
"I don't believe you can keep erasing my Death Possession Blood ritual!" Hidan still refused to believe it. He tried to pull the scythe from his chest to fight Genya desperately again!
But the moment he drew the scythe, he looked up and locked eyes with Shisui.
He saw a pair of swirling Sharingan eyes. His expression froze, and then he was pulled into an illusion!
Torture followed.
From Shisui's point of view, there was no good person in the Jashin Cult. Since they joined the cult, they must have done unforgivable evil. Punishment was necessary!
The genjutsu unfolded.
Sweat poured down Hidan's forehead, and his face twisted into a grimace.
"The Jashin Cult is finished!" The man in red smiled bitterly.
"You are a heretic, a curse to the world. You deserve to be destroyed!" Genya spoke calmly but with cold eyes. "Since everything outside is settled, you lead the way!"
"Lead the way?" The man in red was stunned. "Heh. My Jashin Cult elite are all here. What else do you want?"
"Where is your laboratory? Lead the way!" Genya snorted coldly. He didn't want to waste time with this red-clothed follower.
His main goal in coming to the Jashin Cult was to find Hidan and their experimental base. There was no way he would give up. Besides, leaving the base intact would let the cult rise again!
"Laboratory?" The red-clothed follower smiled slightly. "You came here for the immortality experiments too, right?"
"Lead the way, or should I use genjutsu to make you?" Genya said coldly. He had no patience to stall.
The red-clothed follower sighed helplessly. "Fine, I'll lead you. Let me witness the last glory of the Jashin Cult."
With that, he turned and walked into the cave. Genya didn't hesitate and followed, but as he caught up, he pressed a point on the man's back.
Shisui also followed without hesitation.
Jiraiya, who had just finished binding the cultist, was surprised. He shouted at Genya, "Hey—just going in like that? What about the others outside? Am I not going in?"
"If you want in, come in. But bring the guy with two holes in his chest!" Genya said and entered.
He had to keep a close eye on Hidan—he was the perfect test subject. If Hidan broke free from the genjutsu and escaped, it would be a huge loss.
After a moment of hesitation, Jiraiya sighed and picked up the stiff Hidan in his arms, following them inside.
The cult's cave was deep, lit dimly by faint lights, creating a strange and eerie atmosphere.
They kept walking deeper for seven or eight minutes, until they reached a large open space brightly lit.
Inside were many petri dishes filled with medicine.
In each dish was a child hooked up to breathing tubes.
Looking closer, the space was huge—there were hundreds of these dishes. Further inside, there were cages. This place was truly a hell for children.
Cruelly inhumane.
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