But he had failed to notice that the last ball of light was not white, but blackish green.
It was not quite that he had failed to notice. He had seen it, but paid it no mind.
Black Mask kicked out, intending to send the ball flying.
But the instant his foot touched it, he sensed something was wrong.
This ball felt different from the others!
By then, however, it was already too late.
The moment his kick connected, the ball erupted.
It instantly seemed to become an eye of the wind, as though every gust in the world poured out from that single point.
Before Black Mask and White Mask could react, the violent currents engulfed them both.
Endless Wind Prison!
Black Mask's expression changed at once, but before he could move, tiny wind blades as vicious as chainsaws came rushing at his face.
These wind blades were imbued with Armament Haki, their power incomparable to the earlier threads of wind.
Worse still, they swept in from every direction.
His expression hardened, and his hands moved rapidly, expanding their motions from a single point into a plane.
He actually forced an erasure field into existence.
The Armament Haki-infused wind blades, powerful enough to grind diamonds into dust, were weakened countless times over the instant they touched the erasure field.
By the time they reached Black Mask, they were nothing more than ordinary gales.
But the corresponding drain on his stamina was terrifying.
Still, it was far easier than erasing the white balls of light earlier.
Black Mask simply had not developed his Devil Fruit far enough. His ability was actually exceptional. Fully developed, it could erase not only tangible things, but even abstract existences, such as rules.
If he truly developed his fruit to its utmost potential, he could,