"Everyone, stop those meteor showers!"
Far from the center of the battle, Tsuru led a group of Navy officers as they watched the falling meteors rise into the sky.
Her face went completely rigid.
"Yes!"
Various slashes and abilities were unleashed. Most of the meteors were stopped in midair, never even getting the chance to hit the ground.
Marineford was a spectacular sight. Meteor showers rumbled overhead, while a giant lion roared up at the sky below. The situation was more perilous than ever.
"Zehahaha!"
"Sengoku, enjoy all of this!"
With his left hand pressed to the ground, Golden Lion reached toward the sky again with his right.
In that instant, both Sengoku and Garp's eyes widened with fury.
"Golden Lion, just how many islands did you bring?!"
Lightning twisted through the sky. Sengoku glared furiously, his face contorted with rage.
"I told you, I'm going to make Marineford a funeral offering for Roger."
Golden Lion's gaze turned cold as he abruptly thrust his right hand down.
The sky began to tear apart. Another island emerged from the dark, roiling thunderclouds, then plunged toward Marineford at increasing speed, trailing a dazzling tail.
"Garp, kill him! Kill him!"
Unable to keep his composure, Sengoku looked up at the crushing pressure and roared in a frenzy.
"Clang!"
Garp forced his way through the encircling giant lions. His aura soared like the sun, his body burning like a furnace.
Grazing through the air, Garp's fist blazed with sparks. Its power made Golden Lion's hairs stand on end.
The air first congealed, then shattered under the pressure. Garp's fist blazed with fiery currents, its force like the sky itself crashing down—unmatched.
Golden Lion's whole body tensed as he put all his strength into resisting.
Two slashes, each more than ten thousand meters long, tore