Reignited! Burning Justice! Frostfall: Extreme Deep Freeze!

In the distance, Garp stood atop the highest point of the ruins, his arms enveloped in jet-black Armament Haki, while a black aura of Conqueror's Haki surged around him.

He glanced at Sengoku, Sengoku was also looking at him.

Neither of them spoke, yet they both saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

Garp and Sengoku usually disliked Aramaki's personality and methods, but at this moment, their anger was genuine.

Regardless of the circumstances, the opposing side fought to the last moment as naval personnel.

Ryokugyu shouldn't have died like this. But he's already dead.

The rest of the navy were filled with rage at Ryokugyu's demise.

Kuzan stood on the ice, the frost beneath his feet stretching endlessly, turning the entire area a cold blue-white.

His gaze shifted from the direction where Ryokugyu had fallen to the Six Paths greyish-white figures in front of him.

His lips were pressed tightly together, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly. He didn't shout or yell; he just stood there, his shoulders slightly slumped.

But in his usually lazy and nonchalant eyes, a rare, intense emotion surged.

Kuzan has witnessed too much life and death in his life, and has personally sent too many people away.

But Ryokugyu's death made him realize for the first time that this war shouldn't have been fought this way.

Ryokugyu shouldn't have died like that.

"Aramaki..." he murmured Ryokugyu's real name, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Kuzan is in a similarly difficult situation.

To deal with him, three elite Night Owl Guard who had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan surrounded him tightly, while three ordinary Night Owl Guard members at the Yonko Commander Level stood guard on the outside to prevent him from breaking through.

Six people, their greyish-white uniforms fluttering in the sea breeze, their scarlet Sharingan gleaming in the dim light, forming a blood-red, chilling light.

Kuzan stood in the very center, the ice around him repeatedly cracked and frozen, the cracks spreading out in dense patterns.

He had more wounds on his body than before.

He had a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his left rib, the flesh of his right leg was charred and peeling from Fire Release, and there were two blunt wounds on his chest from Ninjutsu. His breathing was heavy and rapid.

But he didn't back down.

He has never retired in his life.

Kuzan's stamina was about to give out.

Unlike Akainu's extremely aggressive fighting style, his ice-type abilities are more depleted in large-scale, prolonged battles.

The combined pressure from the three Mangekyo Sharingan Night Owl Guard was too dense; each wave of attacks precisely timed the cooldown of his elemental transformation, forcing him to continuously activate his Devil Fruit ability to withstand the attacks.

His reserves of cold energy were rapidly decreasing, the ice beneath his feet was getting thinner and thinner, and the ice wall was becoming increasingly unable to withstand Susanoo's attacks.

His right leg was trembling slightly, not from the cold, but from excessive blood loss that made him unable to stand.

Before the blood seeping from the wound on his left rib could even flow down, it was frozen into dark red ice crystals by the surrounding cold air. Those ice crystals hung on the edges of the torn fabric, reflecting a dazzling luster in the dim light.

The ice beneath his feet was cracking little by little, the cracks spreading outwards from his feet like the roots of a dying tree.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

But if I just collapse like this, I'll probably be laughed at by that bastard Sakazuki for a long time, right?

Even a newly Marine Admiral has only been in the navy for a few years has such a presence; perhaps his senior... should wake up!

"Lazy Justice..." Kuzan murmured, as if bidding farewell to someone, "No... it's... Burning Justice!"

At this moment, the once fiery Marine Vice Admiral, codenamed "Aokiji," a new generation monster in the Navy, has returned once again.

But then, with the Ohara Incident, the Burning Justice was extinguished, replaced by a "Lazy Justice" tinged with confusion.

At this moment, in the face of death, the Burning Justice Vice Admiral return once more!

Kuzan disregarded the consequences and poured all his remaining life force into the Ice-Ice Fruit.

He jerked his head back, his voice hoarse yet carrying a resolute calm. "Frostfall - Extreme Cold!!"

A chilling blue aura exploded from his body, no longer forming layers of ice walls or endless glaciers, but a pure, extreme, deep cold that completely drained away all heat.

The chilling aura radiated outwards from him, instantly freezing the air into ice crystals wherever it passed, shattering rocks into powder, and even causing fine ice patterns to appear on the surface of Susanoo's Chakra Armor.

The cold air spread extremely quickly, several times faster and over a wider area than Ice Age.

In less than ten breaths, the entire area was transformed into an extremely cold inferno. The ground was covered with ice layers several meters thick, and countless huge ice spikes stood on the ice surface, each one like an ice sword piercing the sky.

The three Susanoo to retreat.

His Sharingan spun rapidly, trying to find a weakness within the blanket of cold air.

Kuzan completely neglected defense.

He used all his power to freeze, and cold air surged from his body like countless icy blue rivers, pouring out in all directions.

One of the Mangekyo Sharingan Night Owl Guard didn't have time to dodge.

His Susanoo was frozen from the front by the extreme cold, and the sky-blue Chakra Armor quickly became brittle, cracked, and shattered under the erosion of the frost.

He was forced to break free from Susanoo, his body tumbling across the ice.

But the cold air had already caught up with him.

His right hand was frozen by extreme cold at the last moment. Frost spread from his fingertips to his wrist, and from his wrist to his forearm. In an instant, his entire right hand turned into an ice sculpture.

"Oh no!! Ugh!!!"

He let out a painful groan, his face turning deathly pale as frost continued to spread up his arm, attempting to engulf his entire right arm.

"Damn it!" A Night Owl Guard, controlling Susanoo, swung his Tachi at Kuzan from the flank, forcing him to dodge.

The Tachi, imbued with sky-blue Chakra, slashed towards Kuzan's head, carving a deep gash several meters deep into the ice.

Kuzan was forced to stop channeling his chilling energy, retreating rapidly to avoid the fatal blow.

Another Night Owl Guard used Susanoo to pull his injured comrade back.

The wounded Night Owl Guard leaned against the pile of rubble, his right arm hanging stiffly at his sides, covered in frost, his skin purple and black, and he had lost all feeling in it.

He gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, but he remained silent.

The medical Night Owl Guard swiftly approached, gathering Senjutsu Chakra in his palm in an attempt to slow the spread of frost.

The extreme cold had already frozen the cells in his right arm to death. The Mystical Palm Technique could only stabilize the injury; a complete cure would require much longer.