C82 Collective Repatriation

The night wind howled, the sand raged …

The villagers living at the borders of the Fire Nation had long since gotten used to the taste of this yellow sand. However, the sandstorm today had an inexplicable smell of blood …

"Damn it, we can't hold them off any longer!"

Wooden Leaf's Ninja had never seen such a berserk Sand Tolerance. They charged towards the Wooden Leaf's position like madmen