Moving up! Moving up!

Riiip!

The shadows beneath Minna and Bambietta suddenly churned violently, like boiling asphalt.

Then the outline of an upper body rose from the darkness.

As though determined not to lose to Ross, seated high on his throne, in sheer presence, Yhwach's shadow stretched desperately upward.

But he was only a phantom clinging to a fragment of power. The taller his shadow grew, the thinner and flimsier it became.

In the end, standing before the throne, he looked like a ridiculous bamboo pole, every trace of his original imperial majesty gone.

Instead, he looked more like a clown twisting himself into knots just to attract attention.

"King of the True King's Palace! Invader from beyond this world!"

Yhwach's voice remained deep, but a weak rasp ran through it:

"This world does not welcome you."

"Doesn't welcome me?"

Ross chuckled, his laughter full of contempt for such a feeble threat.

He settled into a more comfortable position on his throne and looked down at the pitiful clown:

"If that limbless torso sitting in the Soul King Palace said that to me himself, I might feel a little wary. But coming from you..."

"Isn't it a little too funny?"

Ross's gaze abruptly sharpened:

"As you said, if you truly don't welcome me, and you truly have the resolve."

"Then you should kill yourself immediately."

"Once you die, the power belonging to the Soul King's humanity will return to his original body. Then perhaps that true god will break free of his self-imposed restraints to survive, even dragging the entire world down with him to fight me to the death."

"Then I might feel some apprehension."

"But now."

Boom!!!

A terrifying aura combining spiritual pressure and Conqueror's Haki erupted from Ross without restraint, instantly sweeping through the entire palace.

**"As you are now, you