"Lin Qing, the worst decision you made was scattering your subordinates."
"If Giorno and Josuke Higashikata's groups were both here..."
Dio curled his lips.
"You could have died together."
"Now—"
A thunderous roar erupted beneath Dio's feet. The misty ocean churned into towering waves, forming layer upon layer of mountainous tsunamis behind him. He came with incomparable killing intent, growling:
"You can only die in different worlds."
Having confirmed Lin Qing and Jotaro Kujo's level of strength, Dio no longer needed to hold back any excess power. He charged at full force, intending to kill the four before him in one stroke, then catch up and finish off Josuke and the others as well.
As for Giorno's elusive group?
They were merely defeated foes.
Dio fighting Giorno was no different from a father beating his son.
Rumble!
The battle between Weather Report and Father Pucci resembled a divine war from ancient times.
One stood high in the sky, protected by endless thunderclouds, as gales, ice, lightning, and blazing fire descended in unending waves.
The other moved like a ghost, darting through the lightning and occasionally throwing flying knives. The moment they left his hand, they transformed into streaks of cold light.
Against the backdrop of roaring thunder dragons and flashing cold light, Dio charged into range. The moment he struck, it was with absolute killing intent.
"Jotaro Kujo, I'll start with you!"
"Die!"
The World's icy gaze locked onto Jotaro. Its right fist rose high. The mere act of clenching that fist shattered the misty ocean and the thunder dragons filling the sky. A shadow symbolizing death descended—
Slash!
Crimson blood burst forth.
"What?!"
Father Pucci, who had been fighting Weather Report, cried out in shock. His heart seemed to stop as he stared in disbelief at Dio, whose entire