Drilling Desperately into the Wound

"Two-Sword Style—Avici Hell..." With Moke's furious roar, all the Ghost Aura around him erupted like a volcano, forming the enormous, terrifying phantom of Avici Hell around him. The phantom was lifelike, as though it truly existed, exuding a suffocating presence.

Moke himself stood like a demon god within Avici Hell—majestic, vicious, and utterly arrogant. His two swords, Shusui and Sandai Kitetsu, were enveloped in purple Ghost Flame, which blazed fiercely as if it would burn the entire world to ashes.

Moke slowly crossed his two swords before him, every movement steady and forceful. Then he suddenly swung them back with tremendous force and killing intent. In an instant, a massive X-shaped slash shot out like lightning, so fast it resembled a meteor streaking across the sky.

This special attack carried blazing Ghost Flame and pounced at Gecko Moria like a savage beast baring its fangs. Gecko Moria did not even have time to react before the attack brutally struck his chest.

A dull boom rang out, and a huge X-shaped gash appeared across Gecko Moria's chest. It was deep enough to expose bone, a horrifying sight. Yet strangely, despite the depth of the wound, not a drop of blood flowed out. Instead, the purple flames seemed alive as they desperately burrowed into the wound, as if trying to devour Gecko Moria's body.

"Ah..."

Gecko Moria's howl seemed capable of tearing apart the night sky, filled with pain and despair. The shadows he had just absorbed into his body were driven out by an immense force, pouring from his wound like a black torrent.

Under the impact of that torrent, Gecko Moria's body rapidly shrank. His skin sagged, his muscles withered, and his once enormous frame instantly returned to its original size. His body trembled, unable to endure such changes, and