"Don't touch that strange black flame. Kill him, dig out his eyes, and keep his body for research!" Judge ordered.
Yi Zhi burst into red flames and rushed towards Orochimaru without saying a word. Reiju's butterfly-shaped wings grew out of her back, and she flew into the air. She shook her hands and shot circles of venom.
"Research? So you also have this kind of interest. I am also a person who likes to collect valuable bodies for research, although I don't need to change my body now!"
Orochimaru's mouth opened in an exaggerated arc, and his scarlet tongue licked his lips. He stared at the members of the Vincent Moke family, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, his eyes unspeakably gloomy and cold.
In the sky, countless rotating tendons collided with the white weaved waves, and broken pieces of flesh mixed with broken white lines continued to fall, looking very beautiful.
The background was full of bloody colors, and it was always easy to be intoxicated by it.
Chi Chi Chi Chi!
Countless white threads gushed out from Doflamingo's hands. It was as if the entire sky had been assimilated into a wild, deathly white color. The white threads that covered the sky were like an inverted spindle net. They pierced through the broken flesh and tendons and bound Poseidon's huge body.
Circles of entanglement were tightened, and thousands of fine blood threads splashed into a rain of blood from the sky to the ground. Poseidon struggled wildly, and a series of muffled thunder sounded in the sky, rumbling and shaking the whole sky.
The strong scales were torn apart by the thin threads, the sharp tendons were broken, and the splashing pus and blood were full of squirming rust worms that were crazily multiplying and dividing. Poseidon's whole body was strangely expanding, and the terrible pressure was like a falling mountain, smashing down on Doflamingo, who was controlling the threads below.
"The same move, you are courting death!"
Doflamingo grinned cruelly. He raised his hand and swiped it across the air. Instantly, countless white lines spread out and formed a densely packed fishnet. The frightening fishnet stretched all the way. The sharp lines shone with a cold light, and they were stretched taut like knives used for execution.
"It's fine that you killed Wapol. I wasn't in this world at the time, so I couldn't sense it. Now, you want to kill my pet in front of me? Doflamingo, do you not know how to spell the word 'death'?"
A cold voice pierced through the air, and a white afterglow pierced his peripheral vision. Then, the entire sky was filled with darkness. It was as if the sky had cracked open into a black abyss. Countless black lines fell down and wrapped around the white fishing net.
The white was tightening nervously, and the black was wriggling, and the black and white were mixing, and the whole world seemed to be divided into two.
"Yarlin, you are still alive!" Doflamingo raised his head and looked at the figure floating in the sky. Countless threads spread out from the other party's body, and the black shadow wriggled and blurred. It looked like a demon that had walked out of the abyss.
"I heard that you have been looking for me all over the world. Wouldn't you be disappointed if I died?" Yarlin's lips curled into a mocking smile, but there was no trace of warmth in his voice.
"That's right. I have to kill you with my own hands, peel your flesh from your bones, sew it with needle and thread, and hang it on the wall of my bedroom. Only then can I make sure that you won't crawl out of hell again!" The viciousness in Doflamingo's eyes was like a sharp thorn that stabbed into Yarlin's eyes.
"Heh, I can feel the hatred in your heart!" Yarlin sneered. "You know, hatred is a sign of weakness, and my arrangement for you is much more merciful!"
Chi, crack!
The spindle-shaped white threads broke inch by inch, and the black threads that descended like a curtain surged, covering the light and plunging one's vision into endless darkness. A steaming shadow emerged from Yarlin's arm, and along with the black snake formed by the threads, it pierced towards Doflamingo.
"Kick the thread!"
Doflamingo's ears trembled slightly, and he kicked up. The threads that were like a saw pierced through the darkness, cutting the biting black snake into two.
In an instant!
Doflamingo's figure instantly flitted backward, leaving behind a series of white afterimages in the air. Then, a series of puppets that were woven from silk appeared in midair.
They were made of pure white threads, but they were so lifelike that one couldn't distinguish the tip of a needle. Their faces were filled with sinister and vicious expressions, and they immediately tore a white hole in the sky that was covered by the black threads, and rushed towards Yarlin from all directions.
"Prison net!"
Yarlin looked down, and his whole body was strangely blurred. Countless black threads gushed out and intertwined irregularly in the air, weaving into an airtight black net that quickly compressed toward the center.
It was like a cloth belt that had been sucked out of the air, constantly collapsing toward the center. Doflamingo, struggling in the cloth bag, was cut into pieces by the threads.
The fine threads fell off, but they re-condensed into a serrated blade. The blade was wrapped in silk threads and became heavy, revealing a strange bloody smell, and then slashed fiercely into the darkness.
The black net was cut, and the exploding threads converged toward one point, and Yarlin's figure re-condensed. At the same time, Doflamingo rushed over, and his fist covered with Armament Haki smashed through Yarlin's chest, and his five fingers grasped the spine inside.
"Die for me!"
Doflamingo's five fingers clenched and he suddenly pulled outward, and the cold bones seemed to be broken, making a "crack" sound, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
The spine was pulled out, and the body hung softly on Doflamingo's arm.
Hiss!
A slight hiss came from behind Doflamingo, and his heart jumped. Just as he was about to turn around, a scarlet spider fell in front of him. On the back of the spider, there was a ghost face of the Grim Reaper. The insidious hollow eyes penetrated his chest and fell on the tattoo on half of the woman's face on his chest.
Inexplicably, a horrifying chill ran from the soles of his feet to his head, and his entire spine seemed to have been crawled by a slippery snake. The half of the ghost face on his chest seemed to have suddenly come alive, biting the flesh and skin from his body a little bit, and a bloody hole was pulled out from his chest.
Doflamingo had indeed dreamed of cleaning off the ugly tattoo on his chest, but it was definitely not the time to use such a strange method to solve this problem.
His pupils bulged, and a horrifying and despairing scene appeared in his mind. The tall cross, the figure tied to it, the sea of fire burning around it, the scorching heat burning his body, and the billowing black smoke swallowing up his vision ….
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