Floating Island in the Storm

Lightning tore through the heavy clouds, carving winding trails across the sky. A bolt exploded before Sabo, illuminating his exhausted yet resolute face.

"Fall back!" Sabo shouted. His iron pipe, coated in pitch-black Armament Haki, collided with the razor-sharp blades of Cipher Pol Aigis Zero agents. The clang of metal echoed across the platform outside the domed structure.

Three Cipher Pol Aigis Zero agents in white suits circled Sabo like ghosts, moving so quickly that their paths were nearly impossible to follow. The other Revolutionary Army members had already retreated inside the building, leaving Sabo alone to cover their withdrawal.

"Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army," the lead Cipher Pol Aigis Zero agent said coldly, his eyes beneath the mask devoid of emotion. "Hand over the weather-control data, and the World Government may consider granting you a dignified death."

Sabo sneered. "If you have the ability."

Using the brief visual cover, Sabo swiftly moved behind one agent and swung his iron pipe at the back of the agent's neck. The agent sensed the danger and barely dodged, but the blow still struck his shoulder, sending him staggering back several steps.

"Mark, what's the situation?" Sabo asked through his earpiece.

"The third trap is in place, sir!" communicator Mark said excitedly. "The materials in these ancient structures are incredible. We successfully modified several gravity devices and can temporarily hold their reinforcements."

Sabo nodded and continued holding off the enemies before him. The results of the Revolutionary Army's specialized training were fully displayed at that moment—his Fire Fist strikes came one after another, forcing back the agents surrounding him.

Suddenly, Kewen's excited voice came through the earpiece. "Success! The sonic lock has been cracked, and the control room door is opening!"

A flicker of hope flashed through Sabo's eyes, but he