Though there was only thunder and no lightning.
Humans had an innate fear of lightning, and many could not help but shudder.
As if accompanying the "thunder," the "chessboard" beneath their feet began to shake violently as well.
The scene resembled raging thunder and an earthquake, wantonly venting the anger of the person behind the scenes.
The prophets counted on their fingers. Some turned ashen, while others were utterly bewildered.
"Rumble!"
The thunder suddenly swelled again, deafeningly loud.
The thunderclap seemed to erupt right beside their scalps, making panic unavoidable. The area where Usopp Cross stood received particularly focused attention.
Standing at the very front, he was surrounded by thunder, his heart driven by it to pound violently like a drumbeat.
His expression was incomparably ugly, and both his hands and feet seemed to be trembling. "Crack!"
A sudden explosive sound rang out.
Usopp Cross shuddered all over and actually collapsed onto the ground in fright.
—This was utterly at odds with his furious shouting just moments ago.
It also made it impossible to tell whether he was truly tough or not. His earlier image of yelling at the sky formed a stark contrast with his current trembling state.
No one could tell which one was the real Usopp.
As Usopp was frightened to the ground, the surrounding thunder and the trembling earth grew even more excessive.
For a moment, the chessboard space transformed into an apocalyptic scene, making the atmosphere at the scene turn tense.
It was not as though they had not considered that this "apocalypse" might merely be a bluff. But they were, after all, in someone else's space. If they truly tore off all pretenses, no one knew what the other side might do.
The countdown on the light screen had long since reached zero, yet