Rules Descend upon the Purple Thunder Sky Region

Drawing upon all the power in his body, Molosa let out a roar. A vast surge of power poured down, battering the ninth Rules Shackles until it flickered repeatedly. In the end, it shattered beneath the force of the impact.

A large number of secret-pattern fragments merged into the world within his body, making the aura of Destruction within it even more intense.

Part of them also fed back into his soul, strengthening Molosa's will.

"The last one." Molosa did not linger over this moment of growth. Instead, he carefully sensed the remaining shackle. There was one final shackle left, and it was likely the most difficult one.

He did not know how to describe his feelings. He knew it would be difficult, but he had never expected it to be this difficult. These shackles had kept him from breaking through upward all this time.

The ninth Rules Shackles had nearly exhausted the power of one of his fruits.

With no other choice, Molosa could only take out his final fruit.

He swallowed it in one gulp, along with many other treasures. Without regard for the cost, he stuffed them all into his mouth. They immediately transformed into vast amounts of power, surging into his body and into his inner world.

"Break for me!"

Molosa controlled the power within his body and sent it all crashing toward the final Rules Shackles in his inner world. This shackle was also the most concealed, terrifying, and powerful one.

Even as enormous amounts of power rushed into it, the shackle did not flicker in the slightest. Clearly, breaking through this one was even harder than breaking the ninth.

"There's only one left. No matter what, break for me!"

Molosa roared inwardly. The power of his will became a sharp force and struck forward.