Battle Escalation

Princess Vivi collapsed weakly into Robin's arms, her body trembling uncontrollably as though she had low blood sugar, her little face deathly pale.

Afraid of letting everyone down, she had poured all of Pluton's power out of her body in a single burst.

If Robin had not pulled her back at that critical moment, Vivi might have continued overtaxing her body.

"You little brat, are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

Robin hurriedly took a recovery potion developed in the West Sea and fed it to Princess Vivi, then carefully helped her aside to rest.

Many people outside the mech were knocked to the ground by the deafening blast.

Monet climbed to her feet and stared at the Red Line, which had nearly been punched through, her small mouth hanging wide open.

Such a huge Mary Geoise was just... gone? Turned into a massive crater?

That enormous pit, stretching beyond sight, was several times larger than the crater Pluton had blasted beneath Enies Lobby eight hundred years ago.

It was unbelievable. They had created this with their own hands.

If the windblown sand had not stung her face, Monet would have thought this was an illusion caused by a Devil Fruit.

Fury, panic, distortion, bitter regret—the expression on Saint Pete's face had never been more vivid.

Just seconds ago, Mary Geoise, the supreme holy land of the Celestial Dragons, had still stood there. Now, only a colossal pit remained.

The more than one hundred thousand Celestial Dragons who had lived there had died just like that, silently and without making a sound, like rats.

Saint Pete's heart ached as if it were being torn apart. Many of those Celestial Dragons had been his own kin!

With that, nearly ninety-six percent of the Celestial Dragons had perished. Only some of the