Game Over

"X Ground!"

"Headshot Spear!"

Boom!

The clash of their advanced Armament Haki instantly produced terrifying destructive power, gouging a massive crater into the ground.

Clearly, in terms of pure individual strength, Ulti and Drake were actually evenly matched.

At the very least, there was no way to determine a winner before they fought for three days and three nights.

On top of that, both were Devil Fruit users of Ancient Zoan types. Their stamina, vitality, and recovery abilities were exceptionally strong, so although the battle looked incredibly intense, it was not actually all that dangerous.

However, just as Drake was about to unleash a stronger Devil Fruit ability, he suddenly noticed that the atmosphere on the battlefield had somehow become strange.

In particular, the two Pirate Crews that had been fiercely clashing were both slowly retreating in unspoken agreement, completely clearing the battlefield in the middle.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he immediately felt the temperature in the air plummet as bone-chilling cold radiated from behind him.

"Game over! You can leave now! Leave this place to me!" Aokiji said to Ulti in an extremely cold tone.

"OK! He's yours now."

The corners of her lips curled upward slightly, revealing a gloating expression. Without another word, she quickly returned to her own side and assumed the posture of someone preparing to enjoy a show.

At this moment, no matter how stupid Drake was, he realized something was wrong. With a grave expression, he demanded, "What is going on?"

"What's going on? Of course it's getting rid of you, the Marine spy planted among us! Haven't you realized it yet? This war was deliberately staged for you, so you could pass false intelligence to the Marines." Sniper Moore fiddled with the firearm in his hands, his tone