The sea fog was torn apart.
Doflamingo stood in midair as the ship beneath his feet continued to crumble.
Aramaki stood at the edge of the deck, roots spreading from beneath his feet like a living green maw, ravenously devouring the entire ship.
The deck boards whitened, the masts cracked and withered, and even the sails shriveled as if all their moisture had been drained away.
Several subordinates accompanying Doflamingo had not even had time to flee before vines wrapped around their ankles.
"Young Master!"
"Save—"
Their voices cut off abruptly.
"Wither-and-Bloom: Siphon."
The vines pierced their flesh, instantly draining away their moisture, strength, and life force.
Their bodies rapidly shriveled and crashed onto the deck like corpses dried beneath the blazing sun.
Doflamingo's gaze behind his sunglasses turned completely grim.
This time, he had not brought the family's core officers.
But those who had died were still his subordinates.
It was his ship.
And it was his pride.
"Fufufufufu..."
Doflamingo chuckled lowly.
"That World Government dog sure bites without warning."
Aramaki clenched a cigarette between his teeth as the roots beneath him continued to spread.
"The Underworld was never full of clean people."
"They're just a few pieces of trash. What's there to care about?"
Veins bulged on Doflamingo's forehead as he abruptly spread his fingers.
"Five Color Strings!"
Five nearly transparent threads coated in Armament Haki tore through the air like beast claws, instantly clawing toward Aramaki's chest.
Aramaki's body swayed.
"Verdant Realm: Leaf Transformation."
His upper body transformed into a sky full of green leaves. The Five Color Strings passed through the leaves, cutting only a few flying leaves apart.
The next second, the leaves gathered on the wind, and Aramaki's body re-formed.
He raised a hand and waved it.
"Flying Leaves: Blades."
Hundreds of hardened leaves