One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

A spiritual pressure several times greater than that of Grimmjow's Resurrection erupted from Stark's body!

His attire had undergone a dramatic change; he now wore a long coat covered in gray fur, his eyes were covered by an eye patch with a crosshair, and he held two strangely shaped black pistols in his hands.

Even more horrifying was that after his spiritual pressure erupted, his soul seemed to be split into countless parts!

One, two, ten, hundreds...

Countless ferocious wolves, composed solely of pure souls and shimmering with a blue, eerie light, surged forth from behind him, coalescing into a vast ocean of wolves capable of devouring everything!

Each of these Soul Wolves possessed spiritual pressure comparable to that of a Hollow. When they gathered together, they let out a soul-shaking roar and fearlessly pounced on the golden stream of light!

These wolves are not merely aggregates of spiritual pressure.

They are the Starks.

Each wolf possesses an independent consciousness. The moment they approach their target, they unleash a terrifying explosion powerful enough to shatter space itself!

This was Stark's unique, despair-inducing fighting style. He transformed his overflowing, overwhelmingly powerful soul into an endless army called "Companions"!

Faced with this pack of wolves that could make any legion despair, Kenpachi Zaraki revealed an even more fanatical and maniacal smile!

"Oh, oh, oh! That's more like it! That's what a fight should be like!"

Instead of slowing down, he pushed the spiritual pressure within his body to an unprecedented limit!

"Swastika!"

With a roar from the depths of his soul, the tattered sword in his hand seemed unable to withstand the violent power any longer and shattered with a crash!

But it was not the blade that shattered.

Rather, it is the final shackle that binds the strongest beast that has been sleeping for thousands of years!

Om-! ! !

An indescribable, pure, and tyrannical golden sword pressure storm swept out from Kenpachi Zaraki's body!

His skin instantly turned an ominous blood red, two ferocious short horns grew on his forehead, and black patterns like a demon appeared on his face. All reason had disappeared from his eyes, leaving only a pure, absolute fighting desire that existed solely for killing!

In his hand, there was no longer that broken knife.

Instead, it was a blood-red meat-chopping axe with a rugged design and a thick blade, as if it had been broken directly from the bone!

This is the most primal and pure power that the title "Kenpachi" represents!

Faced with the overwhelming pack of soul wolves, Kenpachi Zaraki in his Bankai state didn't even use any extra techniques.

He simply swung the meat-chopping axe in his hand.

A knife.

Another cut.

Each strike was accompanied by a massive, pure golden sword pressure, powerful enough to cleave the sky!

That's not a technique, not a move.

That is simply the most direct, violent, and unreasonable manifestation of the concept of "slaying"!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Those fearless soul wolves, upon contact with the golden sword's pressure, didn't even have time to detonate themselves before being completely shattered and erased from the very root of their souls by that pure, destructive power!

Kenpachi Zaraki's figure, like an unstoppable meat grinder, carved out a straight path of destruction leading to Stark's true form in that blue ocean of explosions and souls!

"How...is this possible?!"

For the first time, Stark's face, hidden by his eyepatch, revealed an undisguised look of horror!

His "pack of wolves," his "comrades," were actually... utterly annihilated by the enemy in such a primitive and savage way?!

This is no longer a battle.