133: Angel's paper wings, the main feature is the ability to make money! Don't mess with her, she will really tear you apart

Konan: 'Akatsuki's White Tiger, known as the Angel.

The internal structure of the mountain groaned and fractured, and giant rocks rained down.

Boom—!

The curtain of shattered stone and dust was violently torn open by a pair of pure white wings.

They were not wings of flesh and blood, but angel wings formed from countless sheets of white paper. Each sheet glowed with a faint Chakra aura, layered precisely like a divine miracle.

Konan, carrying the faintly breathing Nagato on her back, slowly ascended. Her face was as cold as ice, and with every slight flutter of her paper wings, countless paper fragments drifted down like snowflakes, yet they carried the sharpness of blades.

The collapsing base behind her transformed into an abyss, while the paper she released flowed upward, forming a circular white barrier that completely isolated all impact and dust.

"It's her! Don't let her escape!"

Maki's figure shot out from the forest, followed by dozens of elite Sand Ninja, all with grim expressions.

Without the slightest hesitation, he formed hand signs as fast as afterimages.

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

A violent current of air converged into an invisible heavy hammer, striking fiercely at the seemingly fragile paper wall.

However, a scene that made all the Sand Ninja's eyelids twitch occurred.

The strong wind, upon hitting the paper wall, did not tear it apart. Instead, it was as if it had crashed into a ball of cotton. The paper fragments fluttering everywhere vibrated at a strange frequency, dissipating the force layer by layer, completely absorbing and neutralizing the violent Wind Release Ninjutsu, leaving only a few gentle breezes.

"The Ninjutsu was... 'eaten'?" A young Sand Ninja mumbled unconsciously.

Maki's pupils constricted to pinpricks.

"Why are you all standing there! Puppet unit, advance!"

Granny Chiyo's aged voice rang out. She struck her cane against the ground, and with a flick of her fingers, the Chakra threads instantly tensed.

The 'Ten Puppets' — emerged in response. Gleaming blades sprang from their arms, and the reassuring click of gears sounded as their joints rotated. With agility far beyond human imagination, they attacked Konan from both sides.

Puppet Technique is an art of mechanisms and manipulation, most adept at dealing with large-scale defenses like this.

"Clang! Bang! Snap!"

The blades of the 'Ten Puppets' precisely cut through dozens of layers of paper, about to reach Konan's body.

Granny Chiyo's withered lips had just begun to twitch.

The next second, the expression on her face completely froze.

"My threads... what's going on?"

The movements of those two masterful puppets, which had dominated battlefields for decades, became incredibly sluggish in mid-air. A grating sound, like rusted metal, came from their joints.

Granny Chiyo could clearly "see" through her Chakra threads that countless paper scraps, finer than sand, were frantically pouring into the puppet's joint seams, like a swarm of greedy ants, infiltrating, clogging, and destroying the most precise transmission shafts and gears inside.

Her puppets were being "devoured" from within by these papers!

Although it wasn't very effective, it certainly hindered the puppet's flexibility.

"Damn it... my 'Ten Puppets'!" Granny Chiyo trembled with rage.

"Zi Luo! Sense her true location!" Maki made a decisive choice, abandoning the frontal assault. "Ignore the paper, find the person directly!"

The person named Zi Luo closed his eyes, and a powerful sensory ability instantly spread out.

"Found her! No... her Chakra reactions are everywhere! Ten... fifteen... eighteen! Damn it, it's still increasing!"

Cold sweat beaded on Zi Luo's forehead. In his sensory world, Konan's Chakra signals replicated like a virus, each signal incredibly clear, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

She had exposed herself!

Just as Zi Luo tried to lock onto one of the strongest signals, countless paper fragments from that direction suddenly converged, forming a three-meter-long paper spear that tore through the air, piercing directly towards her forehead!

"Watch out!" Maki's figure flashed, blocking in front of Zi Luo. His kunai collided with the paper spear, sending out a dazzling shower of sparks.

The immense force made his hand numb.

At this moment, Konan moved.

The angel wings on her back suddenly exploded, and her entire being transformed into countless fluttering paper fragments, merging into that white, deadly snowscape.

The next second, attacks descended simultaneously from all directions!

Paper shuriken, paper blades, paper senbon... endless, omnipresent.

The Sunagakure formation was instantly scattered, the Ninja frantically defending against attacks from above, below, and beside them, as if trapped in a meat grinder made of paper.

A Sand Ninja had just used an Earth Release: Earth Wall to block a paper blade in front of him when the ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded. Countless paper fragments spiraled out, instantly engulfing him.

"This can't go on!" Granny Chiyo struggled to retrieve her jammed puppets, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes. "Maki! Use Wind Release to scatter them, and I'll use poison mist! I refuse to believe she's immune to poison!"

"Understood!"

Maki formed hand signs again; this time, the Wind Release had a wider range, intending to create a vacuum.

Granny Chiyo, meanwhile, exhaled a cloud of purple-black poison mist. Carried by the wind, the mist rapidly enveloped the sea of paper.

This was a secret, potent poison of Hidden Sand Village, corrosive upon touch and debilitating upon inhalation.

But Konan's paper was clearly an exception.

The moment the purple-black poison mist touched the paper, it was unable to penetrate in the slightest. The surface of the seemingly fragile paper seemed to be covered with an invisible oil film; the poison mist slid over it, leaving no trace.

"Fireproof, poison-proof... how much money did this woman spend on her paper!" Granny Chiyo's heart sank completely. This was no longer within the realm of Ninjutsu; this was an absolute defense built with money!

Suddenly, Konan's offensive slowed.

In the storm of paper, a tiny, almost imperceptible gap appeared.

It was like a perfectly functioning machine experiencing a momentary stutter.

The Chakra connection was failing!

This flaw was fleeting, but Maki, a veteran of countless battles, accurately seized it!

His eyes gleamed, and he roared at all his remaining subordinates who could still move.

"Now! All out attack! Seize that opening!"

An opportunity!

That gap, rather than a Chakra discontinuity, was more like a minor disruption in rhythm.

Like a perfect piece of music, suddenly a misplaced note appeared.

For ordinary Ninja, this would be undetectable.

But for a battlefield commander like Maki, who had rolled in blood and sand for half his life, this was a divine opportunity!

He didn't even have time to give orders; his body's instinct drove him to transform into a blurry, sandy afterimage, surging forward!

Wind Release Chakra condensed in his palm, forming an invisible blade that tore through layers of paper waves, piercing directly towards the core of the rhythmic disturbance!

Get through! As long as he got through, he could reach her true body!

Closer!

His fingertips could almost feel the sharpness of the paper edges.

However, at that instant, a chill shot from Maki's tailbone straight to the crown of his head, and every hair on his body stood on end.

No!

This flaw... it was too perfect.

So perfect it was like an entrance specifically prepared for him.

Too late.

On the surface of the paper in front of him, in that one ten-thousandth of a second, dense, blood-red "Explode" incantations suddenly appeared.

Boom—!!!

An indescribably violent explosion instantly engulfed Maki's figure.

Terrifying flames illuminated the entire valley like daylight. The shockwave, mixed with scorching hot air and paper fragments, formed a visible ripple of destruction that swept away all the Sand Ninja who couldn't dodge in time!

"Lord Maki!"

A Jonin shrieked mournfully, but was slammed against the rock wall by the air current, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Smoke and paper ash slowly dissipated.

At the center of the explosion was a charred, deep crater.

Maki knelt by the edge of the pit, his entire body devoid of intact skin. His combat uniform had long since turned to charcoal, and one arm hung limply, its bones broken in who knew how many places.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Every time he coughed, what emerged was not saliva, but black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"It was a trap... from the beginning... it was a trap..."

His voice was hoarse and dry, filled with unwillingness.

Not far away, Konan's figure reformed amidst the fluttering paper. Her face was much paler than before, and her breathing was slightly hurried. Clearly, detonating a trap of such magnitude had greatly depleted her.

But her eyes were still as cold as a block of ice that had not melted for ten thousand years.

Using a disguised flaw, she precisely incapacitated the Sunagakure commander.

This was a worthwhile trade.

"I, this old woman... will risk my life today!"

Granny Chiyo let out a roar that was not human, her cloudy old eyes burning with a final madness and determination, "And I will never let you brats leave the land of Sunagakure alive!"

She used her last ounce of strength to issue her final command.

"Everyone! Attack regardless of cost! Kill her!"

The remaining Sand Ninja's eyes were bloodshot, grief and despair intertwined, transforming into the courage of a suicide charge, preparing for their final assault.

Looking at this group of Ninja pushed to the brink, Konan sighed softly.

The sigh was very faint, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"I didn't want to use it here."

"But you are forcing me."

As her words fell, an anomaly suddenly occurred.

On the ground, mountain walls, in the air... countless paper fragments began to appear and converge out of thin air.

Every piece of paper was identical to those that had just detonated Maki, each imprinted with a vivid red "Explode" character.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...

Soon, the entire valley, from the ground to the sky, was completely covered by an endless supply of explosive tags.

Every grain of sand, every crevice in every rock, was filled with explosive tags.

This was no longer a canyon, but a world made of explosive tags, a cage of death.

A Sand Ninja unconsciously mumbled, "How much... would this cost?"

Konan did not answer him, but merely uttered a term in a calm tone that was enough to freeze anyone's soul.

"Forbidden Jutsu: Dance of the Paper Person, six hundred billion tags."

"Now, do you still want to attack?"

The air solidified.

Time, too, seemed to stop flowing.

On the faces of the Sunagakure Ninja, the desperate resolve that had just ignited was doused from head to toe by a bucket of ice-cold water mixed with ice shards, completely extinguished.

Six hundred billion tags?

Are you kidding?!

Let alone six hundred billion, even six thousand tags detonating simultaneously would be enough to wipe them and this valley off the map!

Despair.

An emotion named "despair" spread like a plague among the Sand Ninja.

However, just as the tension was at its peak, one side on the verge of mutual destruction, the other completely plunged into despair.

Crack—

A sudden, alien cracking sound came from deep within the earth beneath everyone's feet.

The earth cracked open.

A pitch-black fissure, like black lightning, rapidly spread between Konan and the Sunagakure Ninja.

That was not an earthquake!

Hiss!

An incredibly thick tentacle, its surface covered with black stitched lines, suddenly burst out of the ground fissure!