"Logias are frightening." Lin Xuan held his sword in one hand, its tip angled toward the ground, black energy dripping from it like liquid. "But before absolute darkness, they're only sand that's a little rough on the hands."
Crocodile did not hear Lin Xuan's murmur. He was already completely immersed in the pleasure of destruction.
He hovered in midair, his body fully transformed into sand and merged with the enormous sandstorm.
Looking down at that tiny figure below, he raised his right hand high. The desert for several kilometers around seemed to hear his summons, and endless yellow sand surged madly toward his arm.
With this strike, he would bury this damned Marine along with the secrets underground!
The moisture in the air was sucked completely dry, and a huge shadow loomed over Lin Xuan's head.
"Desert Great Spada!"
As Crocodile roared almost hysterically, the yellow sand in midair began to gather.
Countless grains were compressed under immense pressure, forming tiny blades that ultimately converged into a gigantic sand sword.
The ground trembled, and the rubble beside Lin Xuan's feet bounced as though startled.
An enormous blade of sand cut through the air before him, letting out a piercing sonic boom as it hurtled straight toward his head.
The force of this blow split several more cracks through the surrounding walls that had yet to collapse completely. Before the sand even touched his body, a parched sensation that threatened to instantly drain every drop of moisture from him hit him in the face.
"Tch. Quite the production."
Lin Xuan tilted his head up slightly, watching the attack that could have cut a warship in half, not a ripple in his eyes.
He even instinctively reached into his pocket, looking for a cigarette to light-muscle memory brought on by the Yami