The smoke and dust dissipated, and only Shukaku's figure reGracened in the formation, like a mountain.
"Cough, cough, cough, it hurts." A thunderous voice sounded, and Shukaku's face showed a slight pain. "What kind of a trick is this? Don't even think about getting me to cooperate with you again!"
"Hey!" After a long time without a response, Shukaku frowned and said, "You little B@st@ard, you're not going to be killed with us, are you?"
The wind and sand gathered like a whirlpool, and Fuchuan's figure began to slowly appear.
He looked seriously at the already small space inside the formation, searching carefully for the figure of Konoha White Fang.
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