What terrified Saint Saturn most was the subtle yet dreadful tacit understanding these two Yonko—renowned across the pirate world—seemed to have reached.
They weren't solely focused on delivering a fatal blow but had targeted the key areas dense with joints and blood vessels.
Every strike landed with calculated precision, clearly the result of careful planning, and their intent was unmistakable: to create more opportunities to collect blood!
"You...!"
Saint Saturn's roar echoed across the chaotic battlefield, tinged with a trace of unconcealed panic.
His eight thick spider legs flailed, leaving afterimages in their wake as he desperately fended off threats from all directions.
Simultaneously, Jet-black flames surged from his body, forming what appeared to be a sturdy defensive net in an attempt to block the two Yonko's attacks.
"Don't even think about it!"
He growled through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with resolve and desperation.
Yet, under the coordinated assaults of the two Yonko, flaws began to show in Saint Saturn's defenses.
But it was too late.
Whitebeard's sharp eyes caught the moment his focus wavered.
With a thunderous shout, Whitebeard's Murakumogiri arced through the air like lightning, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it slashed toward Saint Saturn!
In that instant, the blade flashed, carving another deep gash into Saint Saturn's shoulder. Blood gushed forth like a fountain.
Seizing the opportunity, Big Mom didn't hesitate—her massive sword swept toward another of Saint Saturn's spider legs with vicious intent.
With a sharp "rip" sound, the scales on the spider leg were sliced open, and blood splattered out once more.
Blood gushed simultaneously from two wounds, the crimson fluid appearing striking on the brutal battlefield.
Before Saint Saturn could recover from this sudden double blow, two exquisite glass jars had somehow appeared in the hands of the two Yonko.
Their movements were practiced and synchronized, catching the splattering blood.
Each precious drop fell into the glass jars with crisp sounds, like notes of victory.
"Gurarararara!"
"MAMAMAMA!"
Saint Saturn watched helplessly as these two Yonko collected his blood like precious treasure, his heart filled with rage, humiliation, and helplessness, yet powerless to stop it.
He knew the situation of this battle had slipped from his control, developing in the direction he least wanted to see - like a runaway carriage charging toward an endless dark abyss...
"Damn it, I've become a blood bag!"
...
Meanwhile,
Kaido dragged his battered dragon body, struggling with each step.
Blood seeped from between his blue-black scales, flowing along the scale patterns and staining the surrounding ground crimson.
His once majestic dragon eyes were now bloodshot, staring dumbfounded at the scene before him.
Whitebeard and Big Mom, his former rivals, now circled Saint Saturn like sharks that had smelled blood, collecting his blood.
Kaido's dragon whiskers trembled from shock, his heart churning with mixed emotions.
"These two madmen..." Kaido murmured in a low voice, filled with confusion, anger, and disdain.
He had never imagined that the illustrious Yonko would commit such insane acts, temporarily setting aside their grudges to achieve this bizarre tacit understanding just to collect blood.
But what infuriated Kaido more was that in his current severely wounded state, he was unable to participate in this absurd "blood collection battle."
He looked down at the terrifying penetrating wound on his chest, where flesh curled back and blood continued to flow.
Touching his broken ribs, the piercing pain made him frown.
A flash of unwillingness and anger crossed his face as Kaido clenched his fists.
If he were at his peak, he would've charged forward like a fierce tiger, tearing Saint Saturn to pieces to avenge King.
But now...
"Damn it!" Kaido growled through gritted teeth, his dragon claws digging into the ground, leaving deep marks on the hard surface.
He forced himself to calm down and began rhythmically adjusting his breathing.
With each breath, his blue-black dragon scales opened and closed as if breathing.
The Devil Fruit ability within his body began to circulate like a warm stream, repairing his damaged organs and bones, attempting to restore some combat capability to deal with the complex battlefield situation.
...
In the distance,
Whitebeard's tall and imposing figure once again seized this fleeting opportunity.
The Murakumogiri in his hand gleamed with a biting cold light under the sun, like a deadly blade tearing through the darkness, carving a deep wound into Saint Saturn's resilient back.
Blood gushed out like a spring from the wound, splattering onto the surrounding ground with a sizzling sound.
As the blood flowed, Whitebeard successfully collected a few precious drops.
A faint trace of satisfaction crossed his wrinkled face, his eyes revealing a thirst for victory and a sense of control over his prey.
"Old man Whitebeard, save some for me!"
Not far away, Big Mom's massive and ferocious figure refused to be outdone.
The enormous Napoleon Great Sword in her hand emitted a chilling metallic sheen under the sunlight.
Swinging the great sword, each of her attacks carried overwhelming force, aimed at Saint Saturn's vulnerable joints.
"MAMAMAMA!!!"
Every time the great sword descended, it was accompanied by a dull, heavy impact, like two mountains colliding.
Under her assault, the sound of bones cracking echoed from Saint Saturn's joints, and blood spurted from the shattered areas, forming new bleeding points.
Big Mom's already fierce eyes grew even more frenzied, and she muttered strange words under her breath.