"White Tiger Enel?!"
On the Moby Dick, the expressions of the Whitebeard Pirates shifted all at once.
"The Shichibukai!"
"Two of them actually showed up?!"
"The Marines prepared for this beforehand!"
Marco's gaze sank step by step.
He looked toward the harbor, and there was not a trace of ease left on his face.
Vista held his twin swords horizontally across his front, his gaze fixed intently on Enel, who was wreathed in crackling lightning.
This man was fast.
If the previous strike had been even a fraction of a second slower, Smoker would have already been sliced open by his twin swords.
Whitebeard gripped the Murakumogiri, his gaze growing slightly heavier as well.
At that moment, he suddenly looked up.
Marco also seemed to sense something, abruptly gazing toward the sky.
The next instant.
A massive shadow pressed down from above the clouds, and the light on Ink Tide Island dimmed by a large margin in an instant.
Vista's pupils contracted.
"What is that?!"
Enel grinned broadly.
Lightning flickered beneath his feet, his long ears twitching in the wind, and the smile on his face was arrogant to the extreme.
"Whitebeard Pirates, let me give you a welcoming gift first!"
As his voice fell, everyone raised their heads in unison.
The next second, whether Marine or pirate, every expression changed.
"Wh—What?!"
"An island?!"
"There's an island in the sky—!!!"
Sure enough, above the clouds, a small island was suspended high in the air.
Rock strata were exposed.
Forest trees hung upside down.
Shattered stones continuously slid from the edges of the island, and the colossal shadow completely enveloped the Whitebeard fleet.
On the ships of the allied pirate crews, many pirates were scared so pale that their complexions turned white on the spot.
"Are you kidding me?!"
"They moved