Final Chapter, Third Movement!

Scarlet blood stained her fingertips, each droplet sucked clean by sharp fangs.

"Come on, how could I let the Marines ruin His Majesty's data collection? Please sleep forever in the cold sea. I'll be taking your lifespans now."

The gray-haired, stoop-backed Marine soldiers collapsed to the ground, their hearts filled with despair and unwillingness as they closed their eyes in resignation.

Atop the watchtower, Qian Tusi looked radiant, a faint flush still lingering on her cheeks.

"Every time I take a lifespan, I feel like I've gotten a few years younger. I truly hate aging. Fortunately, that word will never befall me. Hehehe~"

The shattered Marine warships drifted across the sea, holding an unexpected funeral for the Marine soldiers who had rushed over to provide aid.

"That kid Yamato's Haki is getting stronger and stronger. He's almost caught up to Red-Haired Shanks. Hiyori, on the other hand, understands her own strengths and weaknesses better and chose that most terrifying power."

"Hmm? There's another change!"

Within the Negacion, a pale, razor-sharp force clung to Ame no Habakiri. Whenever Hiyori swung her blade, the piano claws extending toward her snapped apart in response.

The enraged Demon King of Song, Tot Musica, opened its mouth once more. Before its terrifying lightning and sparks could run rampant, two blasts of Haki were driven straight into its mouth and detonated first.

Golden light blazed as an enormous mushroom cloud rose. Hundreds of surging ice-blue wolves and blood-red griffins roared and charged into the shockwaves of the explosion.

Haki Infusion: Pack of Wolves!

Haki Infusion: Divine Departure!

As the smoke cleared, Tot Musica emerged—half-frozen, half-charred. Shanks smiled faintly, approval evident in his gaze as he looked at Yamato.

"At such a young age, he can already wield Haki to this extent. That can't be explained simply