Nothing unexpected happened.
After just five hours, Dragon's side had already begun to fall apart.
They had brought too few key fighters this time.
As a result, Dragon and the others had been struggling from the very start against the Fleet Admiral and the Four Admirals. Now, they were finally losing.
"You know perfectly well that you have no chance of winning this!"
Facing Kamael's attacks, Dragon could hold out for five hours, since both of them stood at the very top. But the others were different.
"It's too early to call it."
Dragon's expression was grim, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Pointless resistance!"
Kamael snorted. He grabbed with his right hand, sucking all the air out of a thousand-meter radius and condensing it into a white sphere the size of a basketball. Then he hurled it at Dragon and detonated it.
In an instant,
a mushroom cloud swept through the clouds, stretching from the heavens to the earth.
Dragon reappeared a thousand meters away, looking slightly disheveled and more anxious than ever.
He had already notified the Richest Group.
Why hadn't they arrived yet?
Elsewhere,
Empress Khel, now the East Army Commander, had been forced onto the defensive. Southern Bright God Charlose had kept her suppressed the entire time.
The temperature of his flames reminded her of the Richest Group's Burning Representative, the Sun King.
Within that high-temperature field, both Haki and stamina drained much faster than they did in an ordinary battle. He was incredibly difficult to deal with.
She was close to her limit.
Mori, the West Army Commander, who was fighting Eliminate God Andre, was faring better than everyone else thanks to the unusual nature of his Devil Fruit ability. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was still able to advance and