"You..."
A violent tremor suddenly erupted from the ruins where Blackbeard lay!
"Bastard!!!"
Bzz-crack-crack-crack!!
Centered on the ruins, countless pale cracks appeared in the air like a shattered mirror, spreading wildly outward in a spiderweb!
The rubble and broken walls pinning Blackbeard down
All shattered indiscriminately, crumbling inch by inch into dust!
Dust and debris shook free and shot skyward, briefly forming a murky cloud.
A disheveled figure staggered out of that cloud.
It was Blackbeard.
His left hand clamped tightly over his mangled face, thick blood dripping steadily between his fingers.
"It really hurts..."
Blackbeard slowly lowered the hand covering his face, revealing a truly miserable wretched face.
His nose was crooked and caved in, his cheekbones shattered and sunken.
His already sparse front teeth had suffered further losses, and his lips were split and swollen.
He looked at Gern and was about to roar, but the movement aggravated his facial injuries, sending more bloody foam spilling from the corners of his mouth.
Instinctively, he tried to raise his right hand to wipe his face with his sleeve, or do something else.
But the instant his arm moved, searing pain shot through the palm pierced by the Eight Desolations. He sucked in a sharp breath, his hand freezing in midair.
For a moment, his expression twisted to the extreme.
He wanted to roar, to unleash his powers in retaliation, but the slightest exertion
Made the doubled pain in his body and the taste of blood in his mouth remind him that he could not.
"Heh..." Saint Saturn gave Blackbeard a cold glance, then quickly looked away.
The miserable state of his "ally" stirred little sympathy in him. Instead, it reinforced a certain thought in his mind.
Then he turned back to Gern, adjusting his eight spider legs slightly, ready