Earth God Imu!

Imu hovered above the shattered ice field.

His usually placid, deathly pale face twisted violently at that moment.

His throat rumbled with a string of deep laughter.

The laughter quickly grew shrill.

In the end, it became nearly manic.

There was not a trace of warmth in that voice.

Only eight hundred years of pent-up hatred.

And twisted delight.

He spread his arms wide.

Black demonic energy, like a cloak, exploded wildly in every direction.

The black-and-red currents transformed into billowing smoke, completely obscuring half the sky.

The air let out a piercing boom.

The frigid wind over the ice field was forcibly torn apart by the currents.

A tremendous pressure of wind blasted in every direction.

The warriors on the battlefield were blown until they could barely keep their eyes open.

Their eardrums buzzed amid the mad laughter.

Imu seemed to be venting something toward the heavens.

Eight hundred years of silence. Eight hundred years of restraint.

At this moment, it all transformed into a grudge that soared into the heavens.

The laughter shook the ice beneath the ground until cracks spread across it.

Countless tiny shards of ice were swept into the air.

Whitebeard and Rocks both sensed the madness within that laughter.

This aloof King of the World.

At last, he tore away his indifferent mask.

Revealing his most primal and savage face.

The manic laughter continued to echo through the void.

The surface of Imu's body began to undergo a mutation.

Strange radiance surged beneath his skin.

It was not the shadowy black-red of demonic energy.

Instead, it was an ancient sheen of dark gold intertwined with dark red.

The radiance rapidly fused into intricate patterns.

The patterns resembled ancient vines brimming with life.

They began spreading from Imu's forehead.

They crawled past the corners of