Time seemed as if it were being forcibly stretched and twisted by an invisible giant hand. Every second became as long as a century.
The scene appeared to be permanently frozen in that soul-stirring, world-shaking moment—
Red-Haired Shanks stood with his sword, his posture as upright as a solitary pine. His red cloak was frozen in the air, as if the echoes of its fluttering were still ringing in the ears. His gaze was calm to the point of indifference, yet as deep as the silence that contained the entire starry sky.
And the gryphon held tightly in his hand, its dark red blade like a spear of judgment, plunged deeply and indisputably into the center of Satan Saint's massive, hideous spider body—the body that represented the World Government's eight hundred years of supreme authority and the legend of "immortality"!
Where the blade pierced, there was no spray of blood, only traces of thick, pitch-black liquid, like polluted life essence, slowly seeping and dripping along the gap between the blade and the carapace. In this stretched sense of time, the speed of those drips seemed so clear, and so... shocking.
This scene—a mortal holding a sword, piercing the heart of a god—was like an ancient sacrificial scroll, cruel enough to make one tremble yet holy enough to purify the soul. It was brutally and indelibly branded onto the retinas of everyone present, carved deep into their cognition and the depths of their souls!
For a long time, the absolute iron rule that the "Gorosei are inviolable and immortal"—indoctrinated by the World Government, buried by the dust of history, and accepted or even feared by countless people—emitted a crisp and desperate... sound of shattering before this single sword strike!
"Im... Impossible..."
Within the Supernovas camp, a Pirate standing at the very edge, who had luckily survived the previous chaos, had a hollow gaze like a nightmare. His lips moved unconsciously, emitting a murmur so faint it was almost inaudible.
His worldview, and all his understanding of "strength" and "invincibility," were completely crushed and leveled like a sandcastle by a surging tsunami under this one sword strike!
Kid, the representative of the Worst Generation known for his defiance and ambition, actually forgot to breathe at this moment!
His Magnetic Arm, composed of metal parts, hung down weakly and uncontrollably, hitting the ground with a dull thud, yet he was completely unaware of it.
He just stared fixedly at that frozen scene, his pupils trembling and contracting violently due to extreme shock!
The deck of Tarot Cards that never left Hawkins's hand, used to peer into the tracks of fate, had spontaneously ignited and turned into a pile of ash scattered by the wind when Shanks launched his final charge, because the divination results were too chaotic, terrifying, and completely beyond the scope of the cards' interpretation!
At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his lips pursed into a stiff line.
His divination, his "probabilities," had never pointed to... such a subversive, such a... god-slaying possibility! This wasn't a matter of probability; this was... a negation of "inevitability" itself!
"*Gulp.*"
A dull sound of swallowing rang out exceptionally clearly in the silence.
It came from Kaido of the Beasts.
This "worlds strongest creature," who had once clashed head-on with Satan Saint and barely escaped after paying a heavy price, now had his Adam's apple roll up and down uncontrollably on his thick neck covered in blue-black dragon scales...
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