[In an instant, the air's moisture was drawn out by the extreme cold and froze! Hundreds of crystal-clear, razor-sharp Ice Spears silently formed from nothing within the dark domain.]
[Their tips gleamed with a chill that could freeze the soul. As though alive, they shot toward Myotismon from every direction, leaving no blind spots! They flew so fast that their shrill whistles pierced the air!]
[Myotismon let out a shriek. His figure blurred and flickered through the darkness, leaving a trail of afterimages, while he swung tendrils of Dark Energy to shatter the ice spears.]
[He narrowly dodged or shattered most of them, but more than a dozen pierced his dark shield and left wounds deep enough to expose bone. Cold seeped into him, making his movements visibly falter.]
["Not done yet," Aokiji said, his voice seeming to sound right beside Myotismon's ear. He pressed his palms together, then pushed them downward.]
["Ice Style: Ice Age!"]
[Starting beneath his feet, a wave of white frost surged forward like a tsunami! Everything in its path—rock, earth, churning Dark Energy, even the phantom bats—was coated in thick, unbreakable deep-blue ice!]
[The entire valley floor became a frozen plain in an instant. Even the air seemed to freeze. Myotismon's Dark Night Kingdom was forcibly torn apart and compressed, driving him to soar upward to escape.]
["Like flying?" Smoker had appeared above Myotismon's flank at some point, the cigar in his mouth glowing red-hot. He drew a deep breath, his chest swelling, and then...]
["Boil Style: Boiling Heat Zone!"]
[He opened his mouth and spewed a dense, viscous mass of roiling milky-white gas!]
[The gas was scorching hot. Even the ice Aokiji had just formed hissed as it melted in its path. Worse, it was fiercely corrosive. The air warped under its heat, and