A suffocating aura drew closer, step by step.
Whitebeard was brimming with murderous intent. His towering body had turned red, as if he had activated Life Return, his blood boiling as he forcefully burned through his body's energy.
He looked even more terrifying than before.
Perhaps this was Whitebeard's trump card.
He'd dominated the seas for so long. It wouldn't make sense if he didn't have some kind of trump card to save his life or unleash his full potential.
"You really do make this emperor's heart skip a beat."
Crocodile spat the blood from his mouth and watched Whitebeard approach, one step at a time. Facing him was like standing before a primeval beast. Crocodile felt suffocating pressure bearing down on both his soul and his body.
But who was he?
He was the Richest Group's Brainwashing Representative, Tsar Crocodile.
A man determined to become the Richest Group's top dog, spread the truth, and save the world.
"Erosion Samsara: Great World."
"Hell: Amōro."
Crocodile crouched down hysterically, pressed both hands to the ground, and roared.
The entire land began to tremble.
Everything in sight turned to desert.
Streams of fine sand, stretching from earth to sky, began to churn like tornadoes, their power enough to destroy everything.
At the same time, the desertified ground formed bottomless chasms, while a vast expanse of sand blotted out the clouds and covered everything.
All light vanished.
The world sank into darkness.
Facing this chaotic onslaught, a calamity in its own right, Whitebeard still looked murderous, but a grave expression lurked in the depths of his eyes.
It was no surprise that Oden and the Nine Red Scabbards had lost.
"Double Kong Shock."
No matter how powerful the attack, Whitebeard always answered with a basic punch.
If one punch wasn't enough, he threw