Cyrik's heart lurched. In that instant, he truly thought he had come within a hair's breadth of death.
Shiki's sudden outburst caught everyone off guard.
Fortunately, Shiki had not been targeting him. Otherwise, he could not have guaranteed he would survive an attack from Shiki the Golden Lion.
He would definitely have died.
In fact, even Sakazuki beside him had been startled.
He had braced himself to help Cyrik hold off Shiki the Golden Lion, even at the cost of his own life.
Shiki the Golden Lion's outburst lasted only a few breaths before Saint Nusjuro arrived to stop him.
Yet it had truly changed the course of the war.
Griffin had fallen, and Unicorn was gravely wounded. There was no telling how much longer he could hold out against King the Wildfire.
No, Ulquiorra had to be counted too. After killing Griffin, the long blade in his hand was already thirsting for more blood.
One top combatant dead, another gravely wounded.
The World Government's numerical advantage in top combatants had been greatly diminished.
On top of that, its mid- and high-level fighters were now losing ground against the pirates.
Under the combined assault of the Flying Pirates, the Wild Beast Corps, and the Monster Legion, the Navy was in dire straits.
Boom!
The Liger Mammoth sank to its knees.
Bloody holes riddled its head.
The massive amount of poison injected into its body had finally taken effect.
Though it had not died, it could no longer fight.
It was in poor condition, unable to move for the moment.
Noticing the worsening situation on the battlefield, Saint Saturn immediately switched targets.
Spider spears thrust out one after another, forcing King the Wildfire and Ulquiorra back.
This gave the gravely wounded Unicorn, who was in terrible shape, a little breathing room.