At this time, Aoba, who was standing not far from Deidara, was listening to Deidara's wailing.
He, who held [Insect], would not be affected by any disturbance here.
In this space, he was the only god!
However, even he did not expect that Deidara would use self-mutilation as an experiment. It was really painful to look at.
Then, he casually threw a Shuriken over.
If it was any other time, Deidara had a hundred ways to avoid or block this kind of 'slow and straight' attack without any change.
However, after losing all the senses other than touch, he immediately became a 'target'!
Pfft!
This Shuriken floated and silently shot at Deidara's other leg.
"Ah!"
Deidara, who was not mentally prepared, immediately let out a scream of pain.
After all the senses were left with only touch, the sense of touch would be ten thousand times more sensitive than usual!
Just like a blind person, having good hearing was the same principle.
Losing one sense would depend more on other senses, and when all other senses were lost, the only thing they could rely on was touch.
Therefore, the pain would also be countless times more ordinary!
Then, two more Kunai stabbed into Deidara's shoulders without any sound.
Deidara let out a soundless scream again, but there was no response.
"Bastard! Come out!"
"What kind of ability is hiding?"
"Let me out!"
Deidara seemed to have gone berserk. He stuffed all the clay into the mouth of his hand, and then all kinds of clay bombs were made and thrown everywhere.
Then these mobile clay spiders, centipedes, and other things began to explore outside, trying to find a way out in this way.
It had to be said that the more Deidara was in danger, the more he could calmly respond.
However, these clay bombs could not give him enough information. He could only determine whether these clay bombs were destroyed or not through the last contact of chakra.
In the end, these artistic works he made still had no souls. Without him to control them, they were just some clay toys that were like headless flies.
However, in order to destroy Deidara's psychological defenses faster, Aoba was always patient enough to destroy the bombs that Deidara had made one by one!
"There!"
"Ha!"
Relying on his intuition, Deidara immediately detonated all the nearby clay bombs.
However, in this space, he had lost even the most basic sense of direction. This kind of counterattack was too weak.
After an unknown amount of time, when the last weak chakra connection disappeared, Deidara who had used up all the clay had once again fallen into endless fear.
Even if there was an attack coming from any direction, he could not dodge or defend.
Moreover, he had been maintaining a high level of vigilance that had no effect at all. This also made Deidara extremely tired and anxious!
This feeling was really too bad!
Puff
In the blink of an eye, three more Shuriken had stabbed into his back.
While it brought him great pain, it also let him know that the other party was not in a hurry to kill him, but was toying with him!
This made Deidara extremely angry!
Thus, he gritted his teeth and was not ready to wait for death. He randomly found a direction and dragged his injured leg to escape.
"Let's leave this place. As long as we can leave this place, we still have a chance!"
Deidara did not believe that this space was boundless. In fact, it was indeed not.
However, under the premise of having a vision, it was difficult for people to keep walking in a straight line, and they would unconsciously deviate from their direction, not to mention that it was under a situation where they could not see or hear anything.
Just running a few steps, Deidara began to enter a state of self-doubt. Was he still in the same direction as before?
But since things had come to this, he could only bite the bullet and continue walking forward.
Moreover, the more he walked, the more uncertain his heart became!
The surroundings were still pitch black, and there were no changes to the environment. It seemed to give him a psychological hint that he had been standing still.
And then, a few more Shuriken shot onto his back!
The strength was not heavy, nor was it a fatal wound, but it made Deidara feel great pain.
What made him feel even more devastated was that the other party was completely catching a mouse, torturing him!
A deep sense of powerlessness made Deidara, who had not been involved in the world, feel an incomparable sense of defeat.
He could not help but stop and directly sat down on the ground, as if he had given up.
But in fact, he had doubts about his own art.
Was the explosion really art?
But why didn't I feel that instant artistic aura this time?
Deidara was extremely confused at this moment.
Because he found that under the unknown attack of the enemy, his explosion art had no means of spreading.
He could not see the fire after the explosion, hear the sound of the explosion, and smell the explosion
But the explosion was still there, and he was still alive.
Suddenly, he could not help but think of the words that the guy had said before.
"The true art only exists between life and death."
"Is that really the case?"
"Am I still alive or dead? Has my art been killed by you?"
"Is this crack between life and death?"
"There is great horror, despair, and loss of all concepts."
Deidara was so confused that he was about to collapse.
At this moment, a sword tip directly pierced half an inch into his chest.
The incomparably sensitive pain instantly surprised Deidara. Then he subconsciously reached out and gripped the sword blade, wanting to stop it from going deeper.
Then he was surprised to find that his lost five senses had all recovered in an instant!
At the same time, a voice rang out in front of him.
"If thou seeks death, it is as easy as turning over your hand. The path of destruction is so short that it exceeds your imagination."
"Have you felt the real art? Your art of explosion is not worth mentioning in this space between life and death."
At this moment, Deidara did not immediately refute angrily. Instead, he was stunned.
"Do you still want to be alone for a while? You will be fine soon."
"Wait a minute!"
Although the sword in his hand did not continue to stab into his heart, it was being pulled out.
However, Deidara suddenly felt panic and fear. He was afraid that once the other party left, he would become deaf and blind again to personally experience the terror and despair here.
The other party's attitude also made him understand that it was not that he did not want to kill him, but...
"I saw the art you spoke of! So let me out!"