"Oh?"
Kizaru blinked, a glint flashing across his sunglasses.
Aokiji's expression tightened slightly as he looked at the black-robed figure hurtling toward them.
But neither paid much attention to the figure's arrival, because Akainu was standing right in front of Rayleigh.
Whatever the enemy, one admiral ought to be enough to handle him, right?
Akainu thought the same, so he paid no heed to the mysterious figure rapidly approaching him.
Glug, glug.
Magma churned, and the air grew hotter. A fist of magma suddenly shot out toward where Rayleigh stood.
At that very instant, the black-robed figure, still dozens of meters away, flickered and vanished.
"What?"
Kizaru and Aokiji froze, their gazes turning grave.
The next second, the black-robed figure appeared between Rayleigh and Akainu, raised his right leg, and delivered a vicious kick.
Bang!
A circular ripple spread outward as waves of air roiled.
The enormous magma fist was stopped dead. The tremendous force even shattered it, sending countless sparks whistling in every direction.
"Who are you?"
Amid the flying sparks, Akainu's gaze turned icy as he stared at the mysterious man in a black robe and a demon mask.
"No need to ask."
The mysterious man spoke coldly.
At that moment, the aura he exuded was every bit as imposing as an admiral's.
"What do you want?"
"He's already dead!"
Akainu questioned him again in a deep voice.
He could faintly sense the tremendous power emanating from the man's body.
Clearly, this man was a formidable fighter. Anyone who dared appear before him at a time like this could hardly be ordinary.
"I'm here to collect the body!"
The mysterious man answered.
Akainu paused. "Collect the body?"
But before he could ask anything else, the man grabbed Rayleigh's corpse and turned to leave. His figure flickered, carrying him