Pop! Pop! Pop!
The sounds of air being pierced rang out one after another.
In that instant, Hoya was not the only one to lose his life.
Even the injured Gelai, Elam—their descendant—and Hela could not escape this fate.
Having lost their Devil Fruit abilities, the source of their own strength, they were as fragile as paper before Imu's sudden strike, with nowhere to run.
All that remained on their faces was hatred.
At the same time, they had never expected Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro's well-meaning warning to be repaid with betrayal.
They had become the final five stepping stones.
The vast battlefield fell into dead silence.
As the final three figures were sucked dry by the black tentacles and reduced to something like human skins, they drifted lightly to the ground.
In the end, they turned to ash and scattered through the heavens and earth with the wind.
Whether it was Sengoku, Whitebeard, or the others, all of them could not help showing a trace of sorrow.
All along, they had regarded the Five Elders as troublesome, formidable opponents.
They had exhausted every means to contend with them.
Yet they had never imagined that these existences they had viewed as lifelong rivals, whom they had been unable to eliminate despite every effort, would ultimately meet such an end.
And they had died at the hands of the master they had worshipped so fanatically.
Perhaps, even until their deaths, they would not have believed that those who called themselves spokesmen would be ruthlessly slaughtered by the very person they spoke for.
"Hahaha! My power is finally sufficient! Good thing I made preparations long ago!"
"You damned fruit thief, let me show you my true form of power!"
Imu roared hysterically. A trace of gold emerged within the third eye on