A mushroom cloud soared into the sky. Even from this distance, Ronglin could still feel the earth's thunderous rumble.
Ronglin knew very well just how powerful his own attack was.
He turned to look at Agula, who was breathing heavily not far away, and asked, "This Devil Fruit ability even comes with teleportation? You can transfer energy forms too?"
Destroyed Together?
"Hahahaha!" Agula laughed maniacally. "My fruit is the Spirit-Spirit Fruit. I can control all spiritual entities drifting throughout any space. Phase shifting is nothing more than child's play to me!"
Ronglin finally understood why Agula had been able to escape his attack that night. If Agula used an ability that was practically instantaneous, it made sense that he could deceive Ronglin and get away.
"It seems you're an opponent worth making me get a little serious." Ronglin stretched his limbs, and the aura around him changed completely. An invisible pressure steadily rose.
Agula's eyes flickered as he watched the clouds of dust draw closer. Then he brought his palms together and laughed loudly. "Do you know? Those beasts are only that savage while they're in the forest. Once they leave it, they won't go berserk anymore!"
Ronglin's aura froze. "You were behind it?"
Agula raised both hands toward the sky. "Hahahaha! That's right! Creatures with brains that small are easy to control. All I have to do is open the gates to the neural centers of their rage, and they'll enter a berserk state!"
As he spoke, black mist surged from between Agula's hands into the sky, transforming into drifting black rain that fell from above. It covered such a vast area that it could blanket more than half the royal capital.
Ronglin's expression changed. He had seen this move before—the technique Agula had used that night in an