Raging Tide Divine General Gan Ning vs. the Scythe of Wither, the Grim Reaper! (Part One)

Smoke from the fighting over Mary Geoise blotted out the sky.

Fighting was everywhere. People were dying everywhere.

Battle cries rang out from every corner of the Holy Land, and the flames of explosions lit the white city like hell. The glory the Celestial Dragons had accumulated over eight hundred years was torn to shreds by cannon fire and blades in just half a day.

The soldiers of the Hua Empire charged forward with shouts, tearing through the World Government's defensive lines one after another.

But the war was far from over.

Mary Geoise was too vast. The World Government's remaining forces were still putting up desperate resistance. Those CP Agents who had been brainwashed since childhood, those Marine remnants who had sworn allegiance to the Celestial Dragons, and those Holy Knights who had lorded over others for centuries under the protection of the Celestial Dragons-they would not concede defeat easily.

Especially around the Nether Hall near the rear of Pangaea Castle, a heart-chilling presence was spreading.

It was a pure, icy aura of death, utterly devoid of warmth. Wherever it passed, the vitality of the Hua Country soldiers drained rapidly away-they were not being killed, but "withering" in a bizarre fashion. Their skin turned ashen, their hair went gray, and the last glimmer in their eyes faded in despair.

Gan Ning was the first to notice something was wrong.

He was leading his Brocade Sail Army along the waterway on the eastern side of the Nether Hall. The Kyogre Fruit's powers allowed him to fight at his strongest anywhere there was water, and Mary Geoise, a vast complex built along a mountain, was threaded with canals and artificial waterways. This gave Gan Ning ample room to exercise his abilities.

Then he sensed that presence.

"All troops, fall back!"

Gan