Doflamingo attempted to rely on his formidable physical resilience to tough it out, only to find that under the influence of this gravitational field, he could not even manage to move a single finger.
Meanwhile, the healing tears stored within his body were being frantically consumed at an unprecedented speed, the milky-white light flickering violently as it tried to repair the cells and tissues constantly being ravaged by the gravity.
The light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, on the verge of extinguishing entirely.
Left with no choice, a flash of heartbreak and resolute determination crossed Doflamingo's eyes, and he abruptly burst forth with Armament Haki, forcibly neutralizing a portion of the gravitational field's effect.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Doflamingo, having broken free from the gravitational field, did not look relaxed; instead, he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily like a broken bellows as streams of sweat cascaded from his forehead.
Consuming such a massive amount of Armament Haki all at once left even him feeling a wave of intense exhaustion, his body feeling as though it had been hollowed out.
Adams did not have the habit of waiting for his opponent to recover. Strike while the iron is hot! He instantly stepped on Soru, his figure leaving several afterimages in place as he rapidly closed in on the limp Doflamingo on the ground at a speed difficult for the naked eye to catch.
"Fuffuffuffuffu... Let me see if you can truly defeat... a god!"
Doflamingo suddenly raised his head, letting out a hoarse and maniacal laugh as sixteen thick, solid waves of white thread—far stouter than any before them and entirely coated with the remaining Armament Haki he had poured into them—burst forth from the ground.
Carrying all of Doflamingo's ambition, unwillingness, and madness, they tore through