Wreathed in bloody flames, Caesar unfurled his golden wings and surged forward.
His spinning golden wings, combined with the scorching flames, tore through the kilometer-thick ice sphere like a drill, freeing him outside in the blink of an eye.
Caesar reached out with a hand covered in golden spikes and seized Aokiji's body.
The bloody flames enveloped him, wrapping around Aokiji's form.
A faint sound echoed as if, in that instant, Caesar's flames had severed some connection between Aokiji and the surrounding ice.
The next second, the ice sphere collapsed and shattered into countless ice fragments, pouring down onto the sea surface with an earth-shaking roar.
"Borororo! Aokiji, you can't die yet. You're the Ice God of my Beast God Pirates! I'll transform you into the strongest ice weapon of the Beast God Pirates!"
Caesar laughed maniacally, gripping Aokiji's body in his hand.
He could sense Aokiji's faint but still lingering life force—weak to the point of nearly vanishing, yet not completely extinguished.
"Mamamama, Caesar, you've finally come to your senses."
Linlin, feeling the dissipating violent aura around Caesar, immediately flew over on Prometheus, smiling as she spoke.
Caesar grinned. "Linlin, sorry for worrying you."
"No problem. Is this the side effect of your bloodline? It looks a lot like my Hunger pang." Linlin flew closer, examining Caesar up and down.
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"Yes and no. It's related to my race—a fusion of both, you could say. Borororo! I feel like I could smash two or three Kaidos right now. Too bad the boiling state of the Oni Blood can't be controlled yet. It can only be triggered, making it an unstable factor."
Caesar clenched his fist, feeling the endless power surging through his limbs.
The power of boiling Oni Blood was completely different from burning Lifeforce—it was an even more monstrous enhancement.
Burning Lifeforce only amplified physical strength.
But boiling Oni Blood enhanced not just the body and Haki, but even Devil Fruit abilities.
It was an all-around boost!
Unfortunately, this monstrous power wasn't just uncontrollable—it also had a fatal flaw.
Once in this state, the Oni Blood wielder would enter a merciless killing frenzy, unable to distinguish friend from foe.
Caesar was deeply curious about the mysteries of the Oni Blood, but despite his efforts, he had never uncovered its true secrets.
This supreme bloodline power of the Oni Clan had been passed down for thousands of years, yet no one had ever deciphered it.
Otherwise, the Oni Clan wouldn't have dwindled to near extinction, much like the Lunarians.
"Caesar! You bastard, what the hell are you saying? 'Smash two or three Kaidos'?!"
Kaido fumed, smoke billowing from his dragon nostrils as sparks flew.
"BORORORO! My bad, little brother. I misspoke. You're actually pretty strong—taking so many punches from me and still standing. Come here, let big brother heal you up."
Caesar laughed heartily, standing on Prometheus with his arm around Linlin's waist.
Aokiji lay unconscious at his feet.
Kaido snorted heavily, turning his head away in pride.
"Who's injured? My body isn't that fragile."
Caesar chuckled. "Hey, no need to be shy! Come here, let me take a look."
Linlin burst into laughter, nearly choking on her breath.
Suddenly, Caesar's eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze into the distance.
"What is it?" Linlin asked curiously.
Caesar smirked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Linlin, an old acquaintance is here. Kaido! Get over here—that old bastard who left a few scars on you has arrived!"
Kaido was taken aback, his massive Azure Dragon body swaying as he fly closer.
"Who are you talking about? Shiki? Or Rocks?"
Caesar remained silent, his gaze fixed into the distance.
His pupils turn gold, capable of seeing far beyond the range of even Observation Haki.
Stimulated by Aokiji's awakened Devil Fruit, Caesar had broken free from his bloodlust-fueled rampage.
At this moment, the power of his Oni blood had yet to fade, meaning he was currently at his absolute peak—even surpassing the enhancement of burning his Lifeforce.
With this all-around amplification, combined with the vision of the Kunpeng, Caesar could see everything within dozens of miles in every direction.
"Hmm?" A hint of surprise flashed across Caesar's face.
He saw Akainu flying through the air, propelled by erupting magma, and Garp, his body radiating golden light, chasing after Straw Hat Luffy and Red Hair as they rushed toward him.
In another direction, he spotted Blackbeard limping back with two of his subordinates in tow.
Far in the distance, a massive ship soared through the sky, its wings spread wide.
At the bow stood Rayleigh.
He also noticed a barely breathing, overweight man lying on a drifting piece of ice somewhere.
"Well, well, everyone's coming my way. Borororo, this is getting interesting."
Meanwhile, on the icy surface far away, Aramaki was sprinting outward, putting as much distance as she could between herself and Banana Island.
She had always been arrogant, looking down on everyone except Akainu.
But today, it felt like a boulder was pressing down on Aramaki's chest, suffocating her with unbearable dread.
Aramaki's eyes were red as she ran, her hand reaching up to touch the dampness on her neck—tears shed by Aokiji.
Just as she was sprinting forward, a small boat suddenly descended from the sky, landing on the ice ahead of her with a loud booming sound.
It bounced slightly, as if its hull were fitted with springs, making the sight utterly bizarre.
Aramaki froze, then looked up.
A gaunt old man stepped down from the boat, chuckling.
In his left hand, he held a bottle of wine, while his right gripped a three-foot-long emerald-green sword adorned with dark green gemstones.
"Who are you? Why are you blocking my path?" Aramaki frowned, suppressing her emotions as the Vine Tentacles on her hands began to twitch restlessly.
"Ahahaha, little girl, your abilities... they suit me quite well. And this sword of mine—it suits you too," the old man said with a grin.
He was no taller than a child, with a wispy white beard and dressed in simple linen clothes, looking like nothing more than a farmer.
There wasn't a trace of a strong aura about him.
Aramaki's expression darkened.
"Are you with Blackbeard's crew? Here to steal my abilities? You've got a death wish!"
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