For high-level Homies like Napoleon the saber, Zeus the thundercloud, and Prometheus the sun, having their bodies cut apart was nothing, especially for Zeus and Prometheus, who could become energy and had no tangible forms.
They were like elemental beings. Ordinary methods, even Haki-infused attacks, could not truly harm them. As long as their souls remained undamaged, they could absorb energy and recover at any time. In truth, it barely hurt.
Carlos's attack of cutting the Lines of Death directly targeted their souls. The damage could not heal on its own and was unbearably painful. Only Big Mom, as the user of the Soul-Soul Fruit, could repair them by expending her own soul power.
"Linlin, do you still want to fight?"
"If we keep going, your Homies will probably suffer severe damage. Today, I am the guest and you are the host. I do not want to take things too far..." After splitting Zeus in two, Carlos flashed backward and calmly looked at Big Mom with his layered Death God's Eye.
Big Mom frowned tightly. She looked at the bisected Zeus, then stared at Carlos's eyes, which she had never seen before. A constant sense of danger warned her that, before she figured out what kind of ability this was, it was indeed unwise to continue fighting.
In truth, Big Mom was deeply wary of Carlos. This newly revealed ability had almost crippled two of her Homies in such a short time. Without the high-level Homies she had painstakingly nurtured, her combat strength would decline considerably. Homies carefully created over time were clearly far superior to those made on the spot. But after things had reached this point, she wanted to agree yet found it difficult to back down gracefully...
Carlos saw Big Mom's predicament and took the initiative to