The Bequest of Eight Hundred Years Ago

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Black-and-crimson Conqueror's Haki lightning transformed into world-ending berserk dragons, rampaging wildly through the center of the utterly collapsing Future Science Island.

At the geometric center of the core ruins lay an absolute forbidden zone of gods and demons, where ordinary people could not even set foot. Rain's black clothes whipped in the wind as the Obsidian great tachi in his hands carried the crushing force of a collapsing mantle. Every slash forcibly tore apart the space before him along with Sandworm Saint Peter's body.

At his side, Luffy, transformed into his pure-white Nika Form, laughed as he forcibly rubberized the alloy buildings raining down from the sky, turning them into absurd gigantic inflatable hammers that repeatedly smashed the monstrous bird Saint Mars headfirst into the mud from high above.

Yet despite their apparent advantage, coldness and gravity rapidly gathered in Rain's deep-gray slit pupils.

Immortality!

On this battlefield, those four Five Elders who had transformed into ancient savage beasts displayed the utter shamelessness and horror of those four words in a manner that was nearly despair-inducing.

"Ze hahahahaha... Useless! Rain! Luffy! Mortal strength will eventually run dry, but our divine bodies... exist alongside this world!"

After Rain smashed half of Saint Warcury's spider armor apart with another punch, the blackish-green evil blood that had burst from his body flowed backward and reassembled within a single second, drawn by the surging pitch-black demonic aura overhead. His mountainous boar-god body showed no decline in momentum as he crushed the crust beneath his feet and charged forward madly, carrying the fury and hatred of an era's destruction.

These immortal old bastards who had lived for eight hundred years were like strips of dogskin plaster—impossible to shake off or tear apart.

Rain could certainly use Saint Saturn as a breakthrough,