Six Paths: Chibaku Tensei!

Crimson ripples silently spread from his pupils, covering the entire battlefield.

The moment Akainu charged into the ripple area, his feet suddenly sank.

He felt as if he had stumbled into a swamp, and with each step forward, something drained away a bit of his strength.

His lava flow was slowing down, his Haki was being suppressed, and even his reckless drive was being worn away little by little.

Kizaru's speed also slowed down.

His light particles became viscous under the suppression of the rules of the Kotoamatsukami, and the sharpness of "light speed" disappeared. His whole body was as if he was wrapped in a layer of transparent glue, and his movements became slower, heavier, and duller.

Sengoku and Tsuru's combined attack was suppressed before it could be unleashed.

The Buddha Form's broken golden light flickered a few times in the ripples before dimming, and the ripples from the crane's Wash-Wash Fruit crashed into the rule wall of the Kotoamatsukami, shattering into a scattered patch of light.

Garp was the only one who rushed towards Madara.

Despite the suppression of Kotoamatsukami's Conqueror's Haki, he stubbornly held on, his fists crackling with dark red electricity as he slammed them toward Susanoo's ankles.

The force of the punch struck the Chakra Armor, causing a ring of cracks to appear.

Madara glanced down at the cracks, the six- Tomoe spinning in his pupils.

Then he raised his right hand.

"Yin–Yang Release - Six Paths - Chibaku Tensei"

The Yin–Yang Release power in his palm exploded, transforming into five jet-black gravitational streams that shot out simultaneously in five directions.

Where the gravitational current passes, the air is compressed into solid form, and debris and rubble are pulled toward the center from all directions.

The ground beneath Akainu and Kizaru's feet suddenly cracked, and both of them lost their balance, being pulled upwards by the gravitational current.

They struggled desperately, but their attacks struck the gravitational current like fists hitting deep water, Flower Capital.

The illusory image of the Buddha Form from the Sengoku shattered completely. He was swept upwards by the gravitational current, his aged face distorted by the tearing force of the airflow.

Crane's cane slipped from her hand, and she was pulled high into the air, her gray hair spreading out in the air currents.

Garp was still standing on the ground.

His feet sank into the rubble, his Conqueror's Haki surged wildly, and a dark red current tore a hole in the surrounding gravitational currents.

He looked up at the four rock spheres taking shape in the sky, and at the figures struggling inside them.

Then he grinned.

"Hahaha! This old man can't let these kids outdo me!"

He pushed off with both legs and shot upwards against the gravitational current.

He slammed his fist into the closing rock sphere above his head, but the repulsive force of Yin–Yang Release bounced his punch back, making his arm go numb.

He punched it again; the rock ball didn't shatter, but his finger bones cracked.

He looked down at his cracked knuckles and sighed.

"Alright, alright, I give up."

He didn't throw a third punch.

He simply gathered his Conqueror's Haki back into his body, opened his arms, and let the gravitational current pull him toward the last rock sphere.

Even as his body was pulled in by gravity, the smile remained on his face.

The rocky sphere closed in around him, layer upon layer of rubble and rocks sealing him off completely, obscuring his smiling face.

Five rock spheres, each a hundred meters in diameter, floated in the sky, their surfaces covered with densely packed sealing patterns.

Each rock sphere contains a person, its patterns completely isolating the aura within, preventing even a trace of Haki from seeping out.

Madara withdrew his right hand, his Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan spinning quietly.

He glanced at the five rock spheres. After the Nine- Tomoe reverted to the Six- Tomoe, the Six Paths Sage Mode was fading, but his expression remained calm, revealing no emotion.

"The seal is complete," he said, his voice low, as if confirming something that was done. "They can't break free. The Yin–Yang Release seal remains unbroken and will remain sealed indefinitely."

Natsu stood below, her pale purple robe fluttering gently in the sea breeze.

He looked up at the five floating rock spheres for a few moments, then looked away and said something to Fugaku.

"Take it back and seal it underground on Origin Island."

Fugaku nodded and waved his hand. Several Night Owl Guard stepped forward and used a sealing scroll to collect the five rock spheres.

The streets of Mary Geoise were littered with corpses.

A dried-up, curled-up, unrecognizable corpse.

The Celestial Dragons ' magnificent robes clung to their skeletal bodies, the silk and satin fabrics crumpled and soaked in bodily fluids and dust, obscuring their original colors.

The stone pavement was covered with scratch marks, some of which were quite deep, with fingernails embedded in the cracks and broken off inside.

A corpse lay face down on the edge of a flower bed, its fingers still outstretched, the fingertips less than a hand's width away from the soil in the flower bed.

He probably tried to climb over, or maybe he wanted to grab onto something, but he couldn't reach it.

Further on, among the pile of corpses were the remains of several slaves.

Most of the slaves died in the aftershocks of Imu devouring the remnants of the Twenty Kings; those dark red threads didn't care whether you were Celestial Dragons or a slave when they swept across.

Those who remained were still alive, but there was little difference between being alive and being dead.

A Fish-Man slave leaned against the wall, an iron collar still around his neck, the chain attached to the collar nailed into the wall. He couldn't run away, nor did he intend to.

His eyes were open, but there was nothing inside them; he just stared blankly ahead.

As Natsu walked past him, his eyes didn't move.

Beside them was a young female slave, kneeling beside the broken flower bed, her hands on her knees, her posture very upright.

Her lips were moving, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a few broken syllables, as if she were reciting a name, or humming a tune out of tune.

Natsu didn't look at them.

His steps were neither fast nor slow; the hem of his pale purple robe swept across the stone pavement, picking up a speck of dust.

He didn't bend down to take pictures, nor did he walk around the corpses.

He simply walked straight through the middle.

The Night Owl Guard followed behind him, their grey and white uniforms blending together in the Dusk.

No one spoke; footsteps echoed in the empty street, each step making a crisp sound on the stone slabs.

Killing Hall walked in the middle of the group, his Sharingan scanning the corpses and slaves on both sides of the street, his face expressionless.

A young Night Owl Guard beside him slowed his pace slightly, glanced down at the kneeling female slave, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

The Killing Hall didn't turn around, but simply whispered, "Keep up." The young Night Owl Guard immediately looked away and quickened his pace.

It was darker inside the Holy Land than outside.

The Room of Authority lie deeper, Natsu did not venture in that direction.

He walked through the corridor in front of the Room of Authority, his steps unwavering, and continued inside.