Rumble!
A ring of icebergs surged from the ground, enclosing the First Division and the nearby buildings.
As the icebergs rose, the scorching air quickly cooled.
But moments later, the enormous walls of ice began to melt.
Water streamed down them and pooled on the ground.
Another burst of cold erupted, freezing the pools and turning the surroundings into a glacier.
"Well now, that old man certainly has a fiery temper."
Kuzan stood atop an iceberg, most of his body turned to ice crystals as he poured out cold without pause.
Beside him, Sengoku had returned to human form and stood with his arms folded.
He glanced at Kuzan, who was exerting himself to the fullest, and frowned. "Kuzan, how long can you keep this up?"
"For a while. But if it drags on, even I'll run out of strength."
Sengoku nodded and looked toward the center of the ring of icebergs.
The battle that would decide the outcome of the war was raging there.
Unfortunately, it was too far away for him to make out anything clearly. All he could see were towering flames surging skyward.
Nearly everyone who had withdrawn from the battlefield earlier was here.
Charlotte Linlin, standing nearby, took the flame from her hair, a trace of worry on her face.
"We fought that old man Yamamoto too. He's a monster beyond anything ordinary. Even all of us together were no match for him."
"Now Kenma's fighting him alone. Will he really be all right?"
Kaido had also left his Beastman Form, becoming a giant of a man over seven meters tall.
He took a swig of liquor and broke into a broad, hearty grin.
"Worororo! Old hag, what are you worried about?"
"Yamamoto's a monster, sure, but our General's every bit as much of one!"