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... a basin of concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured.

"not good!"

Danzo realized the inconvenience. If he was completely wrapped in the flesh wall, he would have no resistance.

Seeing that the cracks in the flesh wall had completely recovered, and that he was almost completely controlled, Danzo immediately performed ninjutsu: "Wind escape, vacuum waves!"

For a time, the flesh wall was filled with a sickle-like aura.

Jiraiya, who controlled the meat wall, frown ...

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