The sky over the N-7 Sea Area seemed to have been torn apart countless times and barely stitched back together. Thick smoke and steam mingled with the stench of blood, forming a despairing haze over the sea. The shattered ice and churning lava had fallen still, while the dark-red seawater greedily swallowed wrecked warships and corpses.
Guan Yu stood on a huge floating slab of ice. His green robe was in tatters, but he remained as straight as a pine. Rayquaza's power flowed around him, forming a faint blue-gold halo. Across from him, Saint Figarland Shamrock knelt on one knee, his Holy Knights uniform torn apart, his rapier, Cerberus, driven into the ice to support his body. The phantom of the three-headed hellhound on the blade had grown dim, and unbelievable exhaustion appeared on his proud face for the first time.
"Cough..." Figarland spat out a mouthful of clotted blood and stared darkly at Guan Yu. "I never imagined... a backwater like the West Blue could produce a swordsman like you."
Guan Yu narrowed his Phoenix Eyes, pointing the Green Dragon Crescent Blade diagonally toward the sea. "My blade cuts down the heartless and unjust. You treat the people as worthless straw dogs. Your defeat today was heaven's will."
"Heaven's will?" Figarland sneered and tried to stand, only to stagger. His fierce battle with Guan Yu had lasted for days. Rayquaza's power to control the weather and the three-headed hellhound's destructive energy had annihilated each other, leaving both men badly injured.
"The dignity of the Holy Knights will not end here..."
Before he could finish, an earth-shaking boom rang out in the distance.
Zhang Fei and Aokiji's battlefield had been utterly transformed. The volcanoes spawned by the awakened Groudon Fruit collided with the extreme cold of Aokiji's Ice Age, creating