Chaos Battle

Saturn was truly panicking.

Over the past several centuries, he had witnessed countless brilliant challengers and innumerable self-important great pirates. But no matter how strong they were, faced with their insoluble infinite regeneration, they could only perish bitterly as time wore them down.

Yet he had never imagined that a monster like Rain would be born into this world—one with overwhelming combat power and a mind so meticulous it was nearly deranged!

In just these few minutes, ninety-nine percent of his body and flesh had been chopped into pieces by Rain, scattered and sealed within different undersea trenches thousands of meters deep across a dozen nautical miles of sea outside Egghead.

The absolute weakness brought by seawater frantically compounded through every sealed limb, flooding back into his sole remaining head. Saint Saturn felt as though countless ants were gnawing madly at his soul, while the regenerative power within him could no longer keep up with such horrifying, dispersed depletion!

His head, left where it was, could no longer sense the locations of the remnants that had sunk into the deep sea. He could not even channel the last trace of demonic energy within him to regrow a tiny arm where he was—such a thing had become an unreachable luxury!

Without the support of his remaining body, he was now truly nothing more than an ornament that could see and hear!

"Rain... Rain... spare this old man... The World Government can give you anything you want... The Holy Land can grant you a legitimate kingdom..."

Watching the black figure step closer over charred rubble, wrapped in world-ending geothermal heat, tears and poisonous blood streamed from Saint Saturn's remaining spider eyes. His aged throat produced a hoarse, terrified plea for mercy.

The weakening punishment of the seawater was simply too severe. That