The black armor radiated a scorching, malevolent aura, making it unbearable to look upon.
But the most horrifying part was his lower body.
His original two human legs twisted and deformed during this transformation.
In the blink of an eye, the two legs split into eight thick, ferocious spider limbs!
Each of these black, segmented limbs gleamed with a metallic sheen, as if forged from the hardest steel.
Flame-like patterns adorned them, suggesting extreme toxicity.
Their tips were sharp as spears, capable of slicing through steel with the slightest movement.
With every step, these spider legs left deep holes in the ground, causing the entire earth to tremble under their immense power.
"That is…!" Marco's eyes widened, filled with shock and terror. "A Mythical Zoan!"
The Phoenix Flames on his body surged, sensing the threat emanating from the immense and malevolent power of Saint Saturn.
At the same time, Saint Saturn's head was undergoing a transformation.
Two curved horns, sharp as demonic blades, pierced through the skin of his forehead and grew out.
Black flames coiled around the tips of the horns, flickering, whispering of boundless evil.
But the most awe-inspiring sight was the pitch-black flaming Divine Halo manifesting behind him!
The ring, forged from dark flames, hovered mid-air, rotating.
With each rotation, it distorted the surrounding space, twisting it.
An oppressive aura radiated from the halo, weighing down on everyone like an invisible mountain, crushing their spirits.
Distorted runes surfaced within the ring, glowing with an eerie light, each one brimming with unfathomable malevolent power, evoking an instinctive dread.
"Divine Halo... Fruit Awakening..."
Whitebeard tightened his grip on the Cloud-Cutting Blade, the muscles in his arm tensing, his eyes revealing an unprecedented gravity.
"Is this guy some kind of Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit user...?"
Saint Saturn's voice had changed its tone, no longer low and raspy, but now resembling the simultaneous roars of thousands, filled with madness and evil.
"Ignorant insects!" he bellowed. "Mine is the Gyuki!"
All eight spider legs exerted force at once, causing the ground to collapse, the deafening roar shattering the silence of the battlefield.
"Today is your day of death!" Saint Saturn's roar echoed through the ruins like a death sentence.
"MAMAMAMA!"
Big Mom's Napoleon Great Sword ignited with flames, dancing in her grasp.
For the first time, her plump face showed shock, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes filled with disbelief before shifting into delight!
"This old fossil was hiding such power?! It really is a Mythical Zoan! What a catch!"
Kaido struggled to his feet, his dragon scales glinting under the firelight.
The muscles beneath his scales tensed, his eyes gleaming with a mix of fervor and excitement.
"Interesting... Is this the true strength of the Five Elders?" Kaido murmured, his voice carrying a hint of amusement yet exuding a profound sense of danger.
But Whitebeard burst into laughter: "Gurararara! Now this is getting interesting!"
His hearty laughter rumbled like thunder, exploding through the tension-filled atmosphere and breaking the stifling standoff.
On the Murakumogiri, immense Tremor-Tremor energy converged, surging waves of vibration pouring into the blade.
Narrowing his eyes, Whitebeard's gaze burned with fervor and anticipation as he declared, "Mythical Zoan: Gyuki. I just wonder how strong it really is."
His words held both curiosity toward the unknown power and the confidence and composure befitting a true powerhouse.
In an instant, Whitebeard's colossal frame seemed infused with the power of lightning, transforming into a blue-white bolt that shot forth at a breathtaking speed!
The extreme speed caused the surrounding air to emit piercing sonic booms, a sound akin to countless sharp arrows slicing through the sky, or like millions of sheets of paper being torn apart, leaving visible ripples in the air.
The Murakumogiri, one of the supreme-grade swords, was now enveloped in top-tier Armament Haki.
The dense black glow intertwined with the blade's innate chilling gleam, making the entire weapon radiate an intimidating aura.
Where the blade passed, fine cracks appeared in space, as if torn open by an invisible giant hand, revealing glimpses of the devastating power contained within.
"Perish!" Whitebeard roared, his voice thundering across the battlefield like rolling thunder.
The blade's light descended like a cascading galaxy toward Saint Saturn, its dazzling radiance illuminating the entire battlefield, blinding those who witnessed it.
Seeing this, Saint Saturn moved all eight of his grotesque spider legs, each one sharp as the deadliest spear, wreathed in eerie black flames as they met Whitebeard's attack.
The black flames seemed to surge from the depths of hell itself, distorting the air where they passed and emitting a nauseating stench of decay.
Their figures flickered across the battlefield at extreme speeds, leaving only blurred afterimages as they crossed paths.
Every collision produced deafening explosions, sounding like the funeral bells of doomsday or the chaotic roars of creation, blasting massive craters into the surrounding ground.
Dirt sprayed and stones flew as the entire battlefield descended into chaos and frenzy.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—!"
The metallic clashes merged into a continuous stream, slicing time itself into countless microscopic fragments.
Within mere seconds, they'd exchanged hundreds of blows, each attack and defense executed with millimeter precision that left onlookers breathless.
Utilizing the extreme speed granted by his Thunder-Thunder Fruit, Whitebeard seized a minuscule opening in that split second.
His figure flashed as the Cloud-Cutting Blade traced a perfect arc, reminiscent of a meteor streaking across the night sky.
"Swish!"
A cold gleam flashed, and one of Saint Saturn's right spider legs was severed clean.
Black liquid gushed from the wound like a dark floodgate had been opened, emitting a pungent odor that made people gag.
The thick limb fell to the ground with a wet slap, still twitching in spasms as if possessing a life of its own, writhing and struggling on the earth.
"Ahhh!!!"
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