"What—"
The oppressive, sorrow-laden Spiritual Pressure had vanished. Even Kyoraku's own Spiritual Pressure, which had surged at first, had suddenly plummeted.
Everyone on the battlefield sensed it clearly.
They understood at once: Kyoraku had lost.
"Shunsui!"
Locked in fierce combat with several enemies, Yamamoto felt Kyoraku's Spiritual Pressure and his expression tightened.
Before he could dwell on it, a pitch-black spiked club came straight at his face.
"Die, old man!"
Lightning coiled around the club as it slammed toward him with crushing force.
Yamamoto reacted, bringing his blade down hard.
Bang!
Blade and club collided with a dull boom.
A massive naginata swept in from the other side.
White light gleamed along its blade as its edge slashed toward Yamamoto.
Just as it reached him, Yamamoto shifted his feet.
Bang!
The naginata struck the club instead. Shock waves spread in every direction, shattering the already devastated ground even further.
Even Kaido, who held the club, felt a sharp pain in his hands. He could not stop them from trembling.
"Whitebeard, watch where you're swinging."
"Shut up, Azure Dragon brat!"
Whitebeard drew back his blade. Ignoring Kaido's complaint, he looked up.
Yamamoto hovered in the air, breathing hard. He had escaped their pincer attack at the last instant.
Before he could steady himself, a shadow engulfed him.
He looked up. A giant woman cloaked in flames and riding lightning came howling toward him, a huge blade cutting through the air in her hand.
The blade looked bizarre. It had a mouth and eyes, and it let out a ghastly shriek.
"Mama, now!"
"Take another hit, old man!"
Charlotte Linlin shouted and brought her blade down.
Flames danced along Yamamoto's broken sword. Just as he moved to swing it, a young man wreathed in fire darted out beside him.
The young man