Borsalino Retreats, Arlong's Crew Annihilated

Within the domain of night, the ground churned as more than a dozen humanoid figures formed entirely from darkness crawled out. They had no features, only vague human outlines, yet they radiated a heart-palpitating malice as they charged toward the domain of daylight.

Amid the ruins of the rock wall, Borsalino slowly rose to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his right hand at the approaching shadow soldiers, and lightly snapped his fingers.

Within the domain of daylight, thousands of points of light appeared in the void. Each one instantly expanded, transforming into longswords made entirely of light. The next moment, ten thousand swords fired at once.

The collision of light and darkness erupted into an endless chain of explosions along the boundary. Every blast made the entire island tremble, while shockwaves tore up the beach, collapsed rock walls, and flattened the jungle.

Under the cover of the light swords, Borsalino shot into the sky. But rather than continue fighting, he transformed into a golden streak and sped toward the coastline. His Observation Haki had already sensed that Fisher Tiger's presence was about to fade. The mission was complete; there was no need to remain.

Just as he was about to leave the island's range, purple-black flames rose from the coastline and closed in like a canopy, sealing off the entire island.

"One troublesome ability after another..."

Borsalino sighed. His form recondensed as he raised his right leg high, dazzling light gathering at the tip of his foot until it dyed that section of the sky gold.

He kicked out, detonating an attack containing a tenth of his Armament Haki in midair. Its terrifying power rivaled that of a falling meteor.

A mushroom cloud rose as the shockwave forcibly tore open a gap in