"Damn you, Prometheus-"
"White Dragon, devour!"
The enormous, fang-filled jaws snapped shut, biting the blazing fireball clean in half.
Boom!
Bitter cold and searing heat collided violently inside the dragon's mouth, detonating with a muffled roar.
Thick black smoke billowed out as the dragon plummeted.
"Bastards!"
Having lost two top-tier creations in succession, the figure gripping the enormous curved blade seethed with rage.
She now had only a phantom body, without her original self's impregnable defenses.
If her abilities were restricted as well, she might truly fall to these youngsters.
"If I still had my reserve of souls, I could create another batch of servants in an instant-"
"Fufufu, you won't have the time!"
High in the sky, another figure had finished his preparations under his companions' cover.
Countless threads rubbed together at high speed, throwing off dancing sparks that converged on his body, nearly exceeding the limits of his control.
"Sixteenfold: Divine Punishment Thunderbolt!"
Sixteen streaks of violent lightning struck down, and amid the lightning ** was the man with dense threads wound around his five fingers! Black electricity shrieked in his palm, drawing the lightning filling the sky crashing down like an arrowhead.
BOOM!
An enormous pillar of light swallowed the ground, scorching everything within a hundred meters.
The entire burning dock heaved like ocean waves. Heaven and earth shook, and the rock strata split apart!
Residual electricity slithered over the ground like countless silver snakes, making everyone on the nearby battlefields glance over despite themselves.
"Gurararara, not bad."
"Even 'I' would probably have to pay a price to take that attack head-on."
Whitebeard swept his gaze over the figures kneeling or supporting themselves, letting the electricity run wild around him.
He murmured his praise, then spoke:
"If I were still who I once was, I would certainly