Werther swept his gaze over his surroundings.
Blackbeard stood in front of him, Jesus Burgess behind him to the left, and Doc Q behind him to the right.
The three had him surrounded.
That was not the worst of it. Blackbeard had sealed off the entire island with his power. The King of the Sky was trapped outside the Darkness Wall and could not get in.
The Darkness Wall rose ten thousand meters, stretching past the clouds as though it reached the heavens.
The King of the Sky could fly that high, but he had no way of knowing the wall stopped at ten thousand meters.
Werther quietly formed a plan. If he could not retreat, he would have to fight head-on.
He did not charge straight at Blackbeard. That would be suicide. Blackbeard had once been a contender for a place among the Four Emperors, and even Red-Haired had been unable to deal with him.
Objectively, Blackbeard was stronger than Werther.
Worse, Blackbeard was not alone. He had brought two capable subordinates.
Werther could not finish Blackbeard quickly, but given an opening, he could dispatch Jesus Burgess and Doc Q in moments.
Blackbeard would not stand by and watch his subordinates die, though.
"You've spent months lying low just to deal with me, haven't you, Blackbeard?"
As he spoke, Werther silently gave Intent Blood an order.
Blood-red tendrils emerged from Intent Blood's hilt and slipped beneath Werther's sleeves. The movement was so discreet that Blackbeard and the others noticed nothing.
"Zehahaha! If I can kill you, it'll all have been worth it. You destroyed everything I spent more than twenty years building.
"But none of that matters. If I can't become one of the Four Emperors and rule the seas, then that's simply my fate.
"But I will kill