You Will Have Nothing Left

Dust swirled through the air, while Imu's cold voice continued to echo across the sky, as if proclaiming her absolute dominion over the battlefield.

Yet the instant her words fell, the atmosphere on the battlefield subtly changed.

Jin An tightened his grip on the long blade in his hand, and an unshakable light burst from his silver eyes.

His body leaned forward slightly, as though gathering some peerless power. The abilities of the Azure Dragon Fruit and the Door-Door Fruit rapidly intertwined within him, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

He drew a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Imu, your 'godhood' is nothing more than a title you gave yourself. But we do not believe in gods. We believe only in ourselves!"

That low roar was like a wildfire, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of every rebel.

"Gurararara—!"

Whitebeard let out an earth-shaking laugh. His long blade slammed heavily into the ground, sending shockwaves rolling outward like towering waves.

His massive body stood upright, his face covered in blood and the exhilaration of battle.

"Well said! I don't believe in any damn gods!"

Loki wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Black scales radiated from his body, a manifestation of his Devil Fruit ability—Make Lies Real.

With a savage grin, he gripped his battle axe, revenge blazing in his eyes.

"If you truly are a god, then let me, Dragon King Nidhogg, tear your myth apart!"

Shanks stood on the other side, slowly raising his sword. At that moment, his Haki climbed to its peak, as if even the air around him had frozen beneath his power.

He said nothing, but the resolve in his eyes already spoke for itself.

Issho, standing at the edge of the battlefield, slowly rose to his feet and reached