Battle (III)

A world-shaking battle was reaching its most intense stage. Every clash between the two was like the violent collision of stars in the cosmos.

The resulting shockwaves left the land beneath their feet as though it had been savagely cleaved by a divine axe, with not a single spot left whole. Bottomless ravines wound across the earth like giant pythons, while shattered boulders flew in every direction, as if this land had endured countless savage baptisms of apocalypse.

Swain's eyes were wide open, blazing with fervent battle intent. His gaze seemed capable of piercing through every obstacle.

He clenched his teeth, the muscles in his face twitching slightly and revealing the resolve in his heart.

He suddenly roared, "God—Shackles!" The furious cry exploded like thunder, its sound waves spreading wildly in every direction and sending ripples through the air.

The countless towering tornadoes behind him instantly became chains of unmatched majesty, like ancient beasts awakened by a mysterious power, roaring as they transformed.

The chains were as thick as giant pythons and gleamed with mysterious light. Ancient, powerful runes flickered across them like dancing flames, radiating a fearsome Haki.

Standing before those towering tornadoes, Swain was as tiny as a speck of dust. Even if one searched with all one's might, it would have been difficult to spot him amid this overwhelmingly magnificent sight.

Yet it was this seemingly insignificant figure who controlled power capable of destroying heaven and earth. At this moment, Swain seemed to be the incarnation of natural disaster, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

On the other side, Imu threw back his head and roared in fury, his face twisted with rage, his savage expression like that of a demon from hell.

Madness gleamed in his eyes as his body underwent a rapid, astonishing bestial