"Crack...!" After biting down, he tore violently, ripping through the man's throat and pulling out his windpipe. Yet the man whose windpipe had been bitten through did not die immediately. Instead, with a single slash, he struck at the head of the one who had bitten him—
"Whoosh...! Thud!" The head was severed by one slash and fell to the ground, rolling continuously.
Scenes like this were happening everywhere. The prisoners at the scene had completely gone mad, reduced to killing machines. Everyone around them was an enemy. In an instant, blood dyed the Red Line crimson, making the red earth even redder.
All the prisoners who possessed Haki gathered together and killed everyone who raised a blade against them. There were quite a few Haki users, yet even these heinous criminals were trembling in fear. What kind of monster had they provoked? This tangible killing intent—over the years, they had been the greatest evils themselves, but compared to this person, they seemed far too merciful. How was this a newcomer? He was clearly a demon.
They cautiously gathered in a corner. Suddenly, one of them, whose Haki defense was insufficient, turned and swung his blade at the others.
"Crack..."
Before he could strike, the others tore him apart together. His head, torso, and limbs were all separated and fell to the ground.
The hellish scene made everyone's hearts pound. They turned their gazes toward the source of the killing intent—the person standing atop a mountain of corpses. No, not a person. An evil ghost. Who was he? Who exactly was he?
Suddenly, a Vice Admiral shouted, "Damn it! This killing intent is corrosive! It can erode Haki!!"
Those words startled Sengoku. He looked toward the Armament Haki defensive barrier, where blood-red killing intent was slowly seeping through. It was