With a few agile bounds, Mordred closed the distance to the Third Kazekage. Her grip on Clarent was taut, her small face etched with an unquenchable fury.
"Die!"
Caught off guard and with no time to dodge, the Third Kazekage felt a chill in his chest. He hurriedly channeled his Chakra to condense a thick wall of iron sand in front of himself.
Chapter 43