All that remains of Carcharadon's pincer is a single half, a lonely white arc of a blade. The massive wound in his body heals once more, but he is growing more and more covered in jagged crystal, which is slowly but surely growing in size as it feeds on his reiatsu.

As a last-ditch effort, Carcharadon opens his jaws, and once more his eel-like tongue slithers out and opens its own mouth.

There is a ground-shaking roar as an immense white Cero spins into existence in the thing's mouth, and then it is fired, an enormous, blazing ball of white energy so bright that everything in the vicinity is cast into stark silhouette.