As he took that step, his boot struck the earth with a dull thud.
Immediately afterward, an indescribably terrifying aura erupted from his body.
Dark golden currents swept wildly outward from him like a storm.
The ancient trees around him, their trunks thick enough to encircle with both arms, shook violently, scattering leaves everywhere.
The sky turned dark gold in that instant.
Violent lightning coursed through the clouds, giving off deafening roars.
At that moment, the Grit within Lorne completely fused with his Conqueror's Haki.
The once-invisible pressure instantly became a tangible gravitational field, pressing heavily toward the ground.
Boom!
The ground could not withstand the crushing pressure.
Countless fine, web-like cracks spread out from Lorne's footprint, and the ground rapidly sank several inches.
Sicilian bore the brunt of it.
He had been gripping his longsword tightly, but the instant the dark golden current washed over him, his legs felt as heavy as lead.
Sicilian's pupils contracted sharply. His knees buckled involuntarily, and he crashed to the ground, splashing dirt everywhere.
"What... what kind of Haki is this?"
The surrounding Mink Tribe warriors did not even have time to scream before their eyes rolled back and they collapsed limply in droves.
Thud! Thud!
The sounds of heavy bodies hitting the ground came one after another.
In just a few seconds, of the dozens of elite Mink Tribe warriors who had surrounded Lorne and his companions so tightly that nothing could get through, only Sicilian remained conscious, gritting his teeth and struggling to hold on.
Everyone else had passed out.
Boss Nekomamushi's pipe fell straight to the ground, scattering sparks across the dirt.
He hunched his massive body, every strand of his yellow fur standing on end.
Under the suppression of the dark golden Haki, the blue Electro on his body