Between heaven and earth, smoke filled the air and war drums thundered.
On the sea, warships burned with raging fires, and the rolling waves seemed to swallow everything, while in the sky, sword glares and blade shadows flashed as the airflow vibrated.
Every massive collision felt as though it would tear apart this heaven and earth.
The battle was long no longer a simple contest of strength, but a collision of souls and conviction.
Jin An stood in midair, his gaze sharp as a hawk as he swept the battlefield below.
Below, Whitebeard led the main force of the pirate crew and the Neo Marines, engaging in fierce combat with the massive army of the World Government.
Amidst the smoke of explosions, the sounds of gunfire, cannon fire, and clashing blades rose one after another, resembling a doomsday symphony.
Yet amid this massive upheaval, the rhythm of combat could barely keep pace with his eyes, and every motion before him played out like slow motion.
This war really is endless.
Jin An muttered to himself, his voice carrying a resolute and ruthless tone.
His figure abruptly turned into a beam of light, instantly crossing the battlefield and kicking up a fierce wind pressure that seemed to slice the surrounding air into countless fragments.
At that very moment, he slammed a palm fiercely into the air, generating a massive airflow that rapidly rippled outward and blew away all enemies.
A massive fissure appeared beneath his palm, seeming to swallow everything.
At the same time, Whitebeard in the sky was locked in the same intense confrontation.
His sky-shaking laughter echoed across this realm,
"Gurararara! Today, let you see what true power really is!"
Whitebeard's giant naginata swung like a meteor crashing toward the sky, the impact of its force distorting the nearby