One move could shake the entire battlefield.
Ochoku had been driven into a corner.
Greatsword in hand and Haki cloaking his entire body, he fended off attacks from three Top Combatants at once.
His body was nearing its limit. Two fists could not stop six hands, and blow after blow struck him. He had no way to block them all.
Whatever happened, Ochoku was one of the Pirates' core fighters. He had held off two Top Combatants on his own. Though he was losing ground, that was an achievement in itself.
Elsewhere, Linlin had infused her soul into the ice, turning the battlefield into her home ground.
Prometheus and Zeus had merged with her.
One became her blazing hair, while the other served as her mount, carrying her half aloft.
Linlin now wielded the power of flame and lightning.
Fire burned along the blade of Napoleon, the Emperor Sword that had bared its fangs for battle.
Lightning flashed around her.
A blood-red cape billowed behind her. Despite how long she had fought, Linlin seemed untouched.
She was unstoppable, powerful enough to inspire despair.
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter felt increasingly helpless.
Though still in his prime, he looked battered and far older than before. Gray had crept into his short blond hair.
Never show fear in front of Linlin. There was a reason she was called the Soul Queen.
One moment of carelessness had allowed Linlin to steal thirty years of Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's life.
Thirty years. The price he had paid was staggering.
There was no doubt that the war had reached a turning point.
Both sides now watched this flashpoint closely.
The World Government fought desperately to keep the enemy from rescuing Ochoku while looking for a way to save Saint Shepherd Ju Peter.
The Pirates were doing