Baltigo in the East Blue was a land wrapped in eternal snowstorms. The four seasons were indistinguishable here, and the sky always wore a faint leaden gray.
Snowflakes danced lightly across the gray sky like tireless dancers.
The entire land was draped in silver, like something out of a dream.
The mountains and rivers here were magnificent and mysterious, the peaks lofty and imposing.
The snow never melted all year round, making this place seem like a pearl of the East Blue.
On the surface, the place seemed sparsely populated, but it was actually the headquarters of the Revolutionary Army.
The peaks covered in pristine snow had been hollowed out, leaving enormous spaces inside.
Emporio Ivankov looked at the newspaper in his hands, his face filled with fury.
In the newspaper, he saw Kuma being ridden by someone wearing a glass helmet.
Kuma looked utterly wretched.
Swords and knives covered his back, and sparks could still be seen flying from where the blades pierced him.
Countless wounds covered his body.
His face was covered in blood, and the mechanical eyeball on his left was completely exposed, having lost the outer layer of skin that covered it.
His gray clothes had been torn into strips.
As Kuma's comrade, how could Emporio Ivankov bear the sight?
He immediately crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it out the window, where it disappeared into the swirling snow.
Without further hesitation, he stood and headed outside, running into Sabo and the others, who had just been about to enter.
Seeing this, Koala asked, "Mr. Ivan, what are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Sabo beside her also looked puzzled.
Emporio Ivankov raised his head, revealing bloodshot eyes. "Kuma! Those people have turned Kuma into a mount! I'm going to the