Aquite's Self-Doubt, Fighting to the Death to Protect Them

"You're not getting away!"

Above and below.

The Golden Haired Five Elders' clones radiated the aura of powerful fighters.

Not one of them was a paper tiger. Each had considerable combat strength, and a single one was equivalent to an entire army.

To fight him, you either had him take on a group, or had a group get trounced by him.

Paramecia: Clone-Clone Fruit.

As long as he had enough stamina, he could create a large number of clones, each with a measure of his original strength. And if the Golden Haired Five Elders wished, a single clone could possess as much as nine-tenths of his power.

His clones could even be treated as his real self. Even if he himself was in Mary Geoise, his clone could be in the New World, and he could control it with a single thought.

Moreover, if he ever faced certain death, he could transfer his will to a clone. The clone would then become a different version of himself. Unless every clone and his original body were killed together, it would be difficult to kill the Golden Haired Five Elders.

However, transferring his will was a technique that gave him a second or even a third life, and using it came at a price.

Even so, that did nothing to diminish the power of this Devil Fruit.

The abilities to field an army alone and transfer his consciousness after death were already outrageously powerful!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

As the Golden Haired Five Elders held off the Revolutionary Army's retreat alone, the Long Haired Five Elders teleported again and again, bringing someone along each time he appeared.

Among them were Fleet Admiral Sky God, Illusion God, Southern Bright God, Sengoku, Sakazuki, Kuzan, Fujitora, and Borsalino.

The goal was clear: to move these fighters