Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!!
Among the ruins surrounded by towering hills, rubble and dirt filled the cracks in the ground. Number 10 struggled to crawl out, bracing himself on the ground with both hands as he couldn't stop vomiting blood.
The blood he spat out was thick, with what looked like bits of his lungs mixed in.
That one strike had nearly put his body into shock.
But it still wasn't enough to kill him.
Rhythmic footsteps sounded in the distance, drawing closer.
He looked up, his face deathly pale. His hands gripped the dirt as fury filled him. He couldn't be defeated.
"Crystal World."
Ignoring the feeling that his body was falling apart, Number 10 forced himself to use his ability. Starting from his hands, he transformed the shattered ground into crystal, spreading it even farther than it had during his fight with Crocodile.
He was going to use the last of his strength to crush Gild Tesoro once and for all.
Rattle, rattle, rattle!!!
Countless angular crystals writhed, as if alive, forming streams that surged skyward and twisted together like braids. At last, they became a hundred-meter-thick crystal spike that stood against the sky, pointed at Chaos.
Number 10 stood beneath the crystal spike with his head bowed, then looked up with a twisted expression.
The colossal spike was coated in Armament Haki. Carrying the force of a mountain, it tore through the air, indestructible, and shot toward Chaos.
"Crystal World: Amara."
"Gild Tesoro, die!"
His furious roar rang through the skies. Number 10 refused to admit defeat.
Facing the overwhelming attack and furious roar, Chaos slowed his steps and held a two-meter spiked club in his right hand. In the distance, large amounts of gold shot from the Goddess of the Heavens and fused with the club, forming