Far away in the North Blue, Doflamingo's eyes lit up when he saw the move.
Threads shot from between his fingers.
He had only just created a technique called the Birdcage.
Now that he thought about it, its design seemed a little too simple.
Though Mobius wielded the Tendon-Tendon Fruit differently, it gave Doflamingo plenty of ideas.
Mobius did not move. Once the disturbance subsided, he made the black net contract further.
He gave Whitebeard no chance to catch his breath.
At the same time, black tendons inside the net lunged at Whitebeard again.
Mobius had no intention of wasting Haki.
Whether he used Haki or not, catching Whitebeard would secure his victory.
In the end, there was no real difference.
The attacks were secondary.
Besides, controlling so many black tendons at once took a tremendous toll on Mobius's stamina.
Using Haki would only drain him faster.
Whitebeard wanted to curse.
He had never fought a battle like this.
He had expected it to be difficult, but not this difficult.
That brat's technique had him trapped.
And with his body still in midair, he was at an even greater disadvantage.
Whatever happened, he needed to break free as soon as possible.
Repeatedly using wide-area attacks was taking its toll on Whitebeard too.
If he could not find a way out, he really would be worn down until he died here.
He stamped one foot against the air. Space fractured beneath it as though he had stepped onto a barrier.
Whitebeard's falling body came to a halt.
At the same time, Whitebeard swung Murakumogiri.
Black tendons surged toward him.
Boom!
An overwhelming force burst from his body, carrying the power of his tremors.
It formed a terrifying, invisible field.
As before, the oncoming black tendons were pinned in place.
It lasted