The White Tiger and Phoenix were still locked in a frenzied battle high in the air.
Thunder tore through the Blue Flames, while the Blue Flames swallowed the white light.
Every time Enel lunged, he resembled a furious beast. The White Tiger's claws ripped open the sky, and thunderbolts blasted the harbor into repeated collapse.
Marco, meanwhile, kept circling in the form of a Blue-Flame Phoenix.
Flames burned, wounds healed, and then he erupted once more.
He stubbornly withstood wave after wave of the Thunder Tiger's savage assaults, never allowing Enel to get past him by even a single step.
Below.
The Marines and Whitebeard's Main Crew tightened their grips on their weapons once more. Restored by the Blue Flames, the Whitebeard Pirates' main crew rekindled their fighting spirit.
"Kill!"
"Hold the line!"
"Don't let the Marines push forward!"
"Protect the wounded!"
Gun barrels rose, blades pressed forward, and the Shadow Army crawled out of the ground once again.
The fighting spirit on both sides reignited, and they were just about to crash into one another again.
But at that very instant—
The entire Ink Tide Island suddenly shook violently.
"Rumble—!"
It was a terrifying tremor from the deepest part of the island, as though the very foundations of the island had been viciously torn apart by some force.
Everyone's hearts tightened at once as an indescribable pressure swept out from the island's center.
It felt as though two monsters capable of tearing the world apart were completely awakening deep within those ruins.
The battlefield fell eerily silent for a moment.
The Marines looked up.
The pirates looked back.
Even Enel and Marco, who had been fighting in midair, retreated at the same time after a fierce collision.
The White Tiger's afterimage separated from the Blue-Flame bird wings.
Enel panted