The death of Saint Figarland Garling!

The sky-blue Chakra Armor began to turn red, soften, and peel off under the continuous scorching of the magma.

The three Susanoo to retreat, their Sharingan spinning rapidly as they tried to find an opening in the magma.

Sakazuki completely abandons defense.

He channeled all his power into the attack, and magma surged from his body like countless crimson rivers, pouring out in all directions. The entire area was transformed into a hellish inferno in less than ten breaths.

Borsalino stood behind him, golden photons condensing into countless light bullets at his fingertips.

He looked at the lava hound that was attacking wildly in front of him, then glanced at Sakazuki's blood-soaked back, and his lips moved.

"Really..." he muttered under his breath, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity, "You've always been like this."

He raised his head, and the golden light suddenly surged, his figure transforming into a dazzling stream of light that soared into the sky.

The Yasakani no Magatama condensed and took shape around him, and countless golden light bullets filled the sky, like a meteor shower falling backward.

"Since we're going to die anyway, let's die together."

On the other side, Uchiha Shadian's Mangekyō Sharingan spun continuously.

The pattern of the Broken Cage spun rapidly in his pupils, and the black thorns around the three Tomoe extended outwards, his pupil power spreading silently through the air.

He stood before Saint Green, his greyish-white uniform fluttering in the sea breeze, his scarlet eyes as cold as frost.

Figarland Saint Green was already covered in wounds.

His left arm was broken.

Several ribs were broken, and each breath pulled at the shattered bones in his chest cavity, producing a dull creaking sound.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth down his chin to his collar, and his crescent-shaped beard was stuck together in blood, a messy clump against his face.

He still held his ancient longsword in his hand, but the dark golden light on its blade had completely faded, leaving only a dull, cracked, broken sword.

What made him even more desperate was that the Deep-Sea Contract had failed.

Normally, even a slight injury will trigger the contract automatically, causing black mist to surge out, the soul to separate, and the soul to revive in the container.

But at this moment, his left arm and ribs were broken, and there was no sign of recovery.

The wound was bleeding, the bones were dislocated, and the pain surged like waves, but he could no longer wait for that familiar black mist.

Could it be that Lord Imu... has truly perished?

But I can still clearly sense the presence of the Deep-Sea Contract.

The connection remains, the bond of the contract remains, like a taut rope—you can touch it, you can feel it, but the other end of the rope has broken.

He could feel the contract, but it gave him no response.

It's like you're in the dark clutching a broken rope; you know it used to be connected to something, but now it's not connected to anything anymore.

Why is this happening?

However, Killing Hall and Uchiha Yan didn't care about any of that.

Both of them simultaneously Hand Seals.

The pattern of the Broken Cage in Mangekyō Sharingan 'Killing Hall Mangekyou Sharingan spun to its limit, his ocular power and Lightning Release Chakra intertwining, compressing, and condensing in his palm.

The six-pointed star pattern in Mangekyō Sharingan rotated in sync, and Fire Release Chakra surged from his body, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

"Lightning Release: Nine Forbidden Thunder Rings!"

Fire Release: Thousand-Blaze Flame Prison!

Accompanied by two furious roars, a sky full of lightning exploded around the Killing Hall.

Nine hundred-meter-long lightning halberds condensed in the air, each carrying a terrifying pressure capable of piercing mountains. They fell simultaneously from nine different angles, surrounding the Saint Green in the very center.

Arcs of electricity crisscrossed between the lightning spears, forming an impenetrable cage of thunder.

At the same time, crimson Blaze suddenly ignited everywhere.

Yan's Thousand-Blaze Flame Prison rose from the ground, its blood-red flames spreading, leaping, and converging like living things, trapping the Saint Green within the double seal of the Thunder Halberd and the Fire Prison.

The intense heat of the flames distorted the air violently, and even the rubble beneath their feet was silently melting.

Saint Green stood in the very center, his lightning halberd flashing around him, and the fiery inferno surging beneath his feet, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

"No!"

Saint Green suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"This is impossible! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled at all!!" His voice was so hoarse it was almost inhuman, and his crescent-shaped beard whipped wildly in the heat of the flames.

"I am Celestial Dragons! I am a descendant of God!! No----!!!"

He mustered his last bit of strength, channeling all the remaining Conqueror's Haki and Armament Haki into his sword.

In that instant, the dull, broken sword shone with a blinding light, the dark golden light intertwining with the domineering black Haki to form a terrifying slash.

He gripped his sword and slashed with all his might at the thunder halberd cage in front of him.

That slash carried with it his lifelong pride and resentment, the supreme status and dignity of the Celestial Dragons, and the glory and obsession passed down for eight hundred years.

Nine hundred-meter-long lightning halberds could fall simultaneously.

Thunderbolts struck from all directions simultaneously, severing, shattering, and annihilating his strike.

The dark golden light struggled for a moment in the sea of lightning before being torn apart, devoured, and dissipated by countless arcs of electricity.

Saint Green's sword broke in half, the remaining half spinning as it flew out and embedded itself in a pile of rubble some distance away.

"Ugh...!!! No...!!!"

The nine lightning halberds simultaneously unleashed terrifying lightning, pouring endless heavenly thunder into the body of the Saint Green.

His limbs convulsed violently in the lightning, his skin was charred and rolled in the electric arcs, and his bones made a dense cracking sound under the pressure of the lightning.

His screams were swallowed by thunder, his struggles were restrained by electric arcs, and his pride crumbled inch by inch in the lightning.

Endless crimson Blaze slowly enveloped Saint Green along with the nine lightning halberds.

Crimson flames intertwined with pale lightning, forming a massive fireball a hundred meters in diameter.

The surface of the fireball surged with crimson flames and blue-white arcs of electricity, like a sun compressed to its extreme.

The next second, a tremendous roar resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

The crimson flames transformed into a burst of fireworks, dyeing the entire sky a deep red.

The aftershocks of the fireworks exploded outwards, sending the surrounding ruins flying everywhere, and even the shallow water in the distance was lifted into the air by the shockwave.

As the explosion subsided, Saint Green's figure had completely vanished.

There was no black mist. No soul stripping. No resurrection. Nothing at all.

Figarland Saint Green, the highest-ranking noble among the Celestial Dragons and the supreme commander of the God's Knights, died in the purgatory of lightning and fire.