At this moment, the battle in the air grew increasingly fierce, having long since entered a white-hot state.
High in the sky, Golden Lion coughed up blood, his eyes turning red on the spot after taking a punch from Garp, while at the same time a flash of sword light tore open Garp's cyan-tinged chest.
Meanwhile, Sengoku shattered two islands in succession, smashed into the ground from the impact with a face covered in blood, his injuries no weaker than those of Golden Lion and Garp.
At the same time, the various marines under Tsuru's leadership cleared out the meteor shower, but the results were not very good, because many meteorites were still crashing into the ground, and the area centered around Marine Headquarters was now pockmarked with holes.
Even if they defeated Golden Lion, the Marines would suffer heavy losses.
For a time, the gloomy vault of heaven flashed with lightning and thunder, and the battle continued.
One hour.
Two hours.
Five hours.
The entire Marineford was in a precarious state of turmoil. Golden Lion brought an unknown number of islands, seemingly endless, making even Sengoku somewhat despair.
At this moment, Golden Lion was in a sorry state, his chest heaving violently, clearly having expended too much energy, and his face was as pale as paper without a trace of blood.
On the ground, Garp and Sengoku were the same, looking no better off than Golden Lion, especially Sengoku, who was now trembling all over and covered in blood, with one arm sticking up at an odd angle, though he had snapped it back into place with a few clicks.
Only Garp was slightly more relaxed, maintaining Life Return, exercising the utmost minute control over his body, and squeezing the energy from his flesh to recover.
However, his Haki