Death God's Breath!

Zoro's attack was like an invisible sickle.

It pressed tightly against Saint Killingham's neck.

The blood in his veins was rapidly freezing.

Saint Killingham's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The face of a so-called god crumbled under fear.

His features twisted.

His muscles convulsed.

His strong brow ridge drew together, grotesque as a demon's.

He gritted his teeth fiercely.

His lips could no longer hold shut and split apart at the corners.

Dark, tainted blood seeped out.

The cold wind instantly froze it onto his chin.

"Get away! Get away!"

A beastly roar squeezed from his throat.

His legs thrashed wildly.

He tried to break free through sheer brute force.

His thick legs kicked wildly in midair.

His feet clawed heavily at the ice.

The ice shattered.

Pitch-black mud and sand were kicked up with every stomp.

Fragments of stone flew everywhere, exploding against the broken walls.

But the Celestial Dragon body he took such pride in

was utterly useless before those two vines.

The emerald vines were like ancient giant pythons, clamped tightly around his legs.

The vines were not smooth.

Ancient natural runes covered their rough bark.

The runes flashed wildly.

With every flash, green light pierced the darkness.

Every pulsing green pattern was another invisible shackle.

Precise.

They locked down Saint Killingham's thigh muscle fibers inch by inch.

Buzz!

The runes lit up.

A heavy gravity rippled through the air.

This power came from the earth.

From Chopper's burning life force.

Saint Killingham's feet instantly felt as if they had been filled with lead.

No, with dozens of tons of pig iron.

His prized ability to hover vanished.

His body fell out of control.

His legs were pulled straight.

They could not move an inch.

The crushing pressure crawled upward from his ankles.

Crack.

Crack, crack.

The teeth-grinding