Over in Falmart World.
It was May, at the turn of spring and summer.
Tender grass had begun to sprout, flowers had started to bloom, and it was the most comfortable time of year for ordinary people.
Even the nighttime breeze felt cool, yet carried not the slightest chill.
[Rumble rumble rumble—]
West of Arnus Hill.
A massive object that looked like an F-15 fighter jet—
Yet was nearly forty meters long and had a wingspan approaching thirty meters—
Was flying at Mach 2 over ten thousand meters above the ground.
The noise it made as it tore through the air was no different from thunder.
Countless creatures on the ground looked up in alarm and unease, gazing toward the repeated peals of thunder overhead.
Suddenly, streams of brilliant golden light shot in from the eastern sky, abruptly illuminating the southern land.
Then they quickly vanished, allowing darkness to descend once more.
"Looks like Whitebeard and Golden Lion have already started fighting."
Bullet, who had transformed into a gigantic F-15 fighter jet, thought to himself.
Although the range of his Observation Haki was not large enough to cover thousands of kilometers,
He could still vaguely sense the energy fluctuations soaring into the sky behind him.
This made Bullet's fighting spirit burn even stronger as he anticipated the battle ahead.
After all, it was a god—and one who presided over vengeance. It should not be too weak.
"Looks like I'm almost there."
Bullet had traveled beneath the stars and moon, though he had no idea how many mountains and rivers he had crossed below.
At last, a shimmering expanse of sea entered his view.
He had arrived at the border between the peninsula where Palapan Temple stood and the mainland.
Bullet perked up, and fiercer crimson flames burst from the tail