He was dead.
Just like that, he was dead.
The entire Flying Pirates had ceased to exist. From the legendary Golden Lion to the captains of every fleet, they had all been wiped out without the slightest chance to fight back.
The scene before them was so similar to the Summit War.
Back then, the Golden Emperor had faced Imu in exactly the same way.
Was this the difference between gods and mortals?
Was the gap truly so impossible to overcome?
"This is bad!"
"I never thought Gaia would really reach that stage."
"A god?"
Sengoku and Tsuru wore grim expressions.
Gaia had not only come back to life—he had also successfully broken through the ceiling and become a god, an existence on the same level as D and Imu.
The battles between Whitebeard, Blackbeard, Kaido, Bullet, Sakazuki, and the others, and Enel's group had come to a halt. They all watched the ten-colored haze in the air with troubled expressions.
It flickered between real and unreal from time to time.
"Zehahaha~"
"At this point, we have no choice but to work together."
Blackbeard's face was grim as he looked at Whitebeard, Kaido, Sakazuki, and the others.
Even the Flying Pirates had been wiped out with ease. If they continued fighting separately, they would only follow the Flying Pirates to their doom. Their only chance of resisting was to put aside their grudges and cooperate.
The Golden City's grand, high-profile appearance this time was probably something the Golden Emperor had planned.
He wanted to make his entrance beneath the eyes of the entire world, to give himself some prestige and save face.
Then he could trap them all in one place and catch them in one fell swoop.
It was a clever plan that killed two birds with one stone.