Battle Tug-of-War

"Clang—!"

Another crisp explosion rang out. Rain's iron fist, sheathed in pitch-black Obsidian and crackling with black Conqueror's Haki lightning, precisely smashed one of Saint Saturn's giant sweeping spider legs into a skyful of bone fragments. Yet in the blink of an eye, wisps of bizarre black demonic energy surged back to life. Visible bones and flesh frantically intertwined within the energy, restoring the severed spider leg completely in an instant.

The battle had fallen into the most despairing and bizarre cycle.

Attack, shatter, regenerate; attack again, shatter again, regenerate again.

Rain stood on the scorching rubble-strewn ground, his dark gray vertical pupils fixed on Saint Saturn ahead, whose aura remained at its peak. Beneath his dark red coat, his brows had twisted into a tight knot.

Even a Mythical Zoan awakened user standing at the pinnacle of the world, like Kaido of the Beasts, would inevitably consume enormous amounts of stamina and life potential to repair their body after suffering a powerful crushing attack. But this old monster before him did not even follow the most basic law of conservation of mass. Not only did his wounds recover at a speed that defied biological reason, even the Haki and ominous demonic energy within him had not diminished in the slightest after countless resurrections!

This near-causality-level "absolute immortality" made even Rain, who had seen countless monsters across the seas, feel a trace of wariness for the first time.

However, just as Rain marveled at Saint Saturn's unsolvable regeneration and considered how to break the deadlock, reports from the other side of the battlefield made Saint Saturn, who had believed victory was assured, turn ugly.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble—!"

In the skies at the outskirts of the core battlefield, the hundred-meter-long pink dragon Keen was wantonly unleashing his almost savage ancient ferocity.