Amid the smoke and dust came violent coughing and the sound of stones rolling. Moria struggled out of the Pit, swayed to his feet, and staggered out of the thick haze.
He looked utterly miserable. His ornate clothes were torn, his body was smeared with mud and blood, his leek-like hairstyle had gone crooked, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Moria stared fixedly at Dawn in Kong, madness and killing intent blazing in his eyes.
"I've decided... I'll use your corpse to make up for all the materials I just lost! Your shadow will become my zombie general!"
Bang!
The ground caved in again. Moria burst forth at his limit, shooting into the sky and leaving afterimages behind him. He gripped his greatsword with both hands, its blade coated in both Armament Haki and a shadow blade as he slashed sideways.
Splat!
A sharp weapon cut into flesh again, blood spraying everywhere. A long gash opened across Dawn's chest and abdomen, and searing pain struck him instantly.
He endured the agony and imposed the greatest gravity he could currently control upon all the surrounding Kong!
The Kong within dozens of meters seemed to solidify into steel in an instant. Terrifying pressure descended indiscriminately, and Moria felt as though the entire Kong had come crashing down onto his back.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, then plummeted toward the ground even faster than he had risen.
Just before hitting the ground, Moria swapped places with Shadow Mage again, avoiding the fate of being crushed into pulp by his own acceleration and the horrifying gravity.
Before he could catch his breath, Dawn healed the dreadful wound across his chest and abdomen while repeating the same trick, throwing the gravity around Moria into chaos again in an attempt