After the magic circle restarted, the density of the black and red Inazuma doubled.
The allied forces were completely forced back outside the area covered by the magic array, and no one could get close.
Everyone looked up at the sky, where the magic circle exuded a despairing sense of oppression.
Roy's presence has completely vanished.
At this moment, in Roy's consciousness space, the nineteen pairs of eyes that had been shattered were regenerating after Imu merged into the magic circle.
The fragments blasted apart by the blue blade light seemed to be drawn by some force, wriggling, coalescing, and reforming on the ground.
Countless fine threads extended from the edge of the fragment, intertwining and merging with each other. In just a few breaths, the first eye was reformed.
It was a blood-red eye, with vertical pupils, brighter than before, as if this rebirth had made it even stronger.
Then, the second, the third, the fourth... all nineteen pairs of eyes reopened one after another, larger than before.
A more solidified spiritual power surged within his pupils, causing the sky above the entire consciousness space to darken further.
Roy gripped the blade of consciousness tightly, his pupils contracting slightly.
"How is that possible!"
He had clearly shattered these spiritual entities completely, yet the fragments are now reassembling as if nothing had happened, and their aura is even stronger than before.
Nineteen pairs of eyes simultaneously unleash Mental Shock.
An invisible pressure crashed down from all directions like a tsunami.
Roy raised his knife to block, and the blue light on the blade was compressed to its limit in an instant before exploding and dissipating into countless points of light.
Roy's body was thrown out by the shockwave, rolling an unknown distance across the wasteland before finally crashing into a black rock pillar that jutted out of the ground, breaking the entire pillar in two.
pain.
The pain in the realm of consciousness is completely different from that in reality; it is purer and more direct, like placing the soul on an anvil and repeatedly hammering it.
Roy climbed out of the rubble, panting heavily.
His consciousness was covered in cracks, but unlike the previous ones, these cracks had a burning sensation and healed extremely slowly.
Nineteen pairs of eyes once again unleashed Mental Shock.
There was no rhythm, no pause, it was like nineteen boxers taking turns throwing punches at him, giving him absolutely no chance to catch his breath.
Previously, Roy could find low points in the rhythm of the magic circle's operation and use those brief gaps to launch a counterattack.
But now the magic array's fluctuations are completely chaotic, and the flow of energy has become unpredictable.
Mixed with the mental attacks from the nineteen pairs of eyes, it formed an unpredictable web.
Roy couldn't find any opportunities to shoot and could only passively defend.
The sky of his consciousness space was torn apart, and a huge gap appeared in his perception.
"This is going to be difficult."
Roy gave a wry smile, but the fighting spirit deep in his eyes had not yet been extinguished.
He closed his eyes, and the power of the Soul-Soul Fruit ignited a blue flame deep within his soul—his final spiritual barrier.
As long as this flame remains burning, his consciousness will not be completely extinguished.
Inside the magic circle, Roy's body floated in the center of the black mist.
The Conqueror's Haki Inazuma that had been generated on the surface had dimmed considerably, transforming from a dense electric grid into an occasional flicker of one or two sparks.
The black mist, like piranhas attracted by the smell of blood, spread along his skin, gradually staining his fingertips, ankles, and neck with a grayish-black hue.
The grayish-black creature writhed slowly like a living thing, and with each step it took, a portion of Roy's Conqueror's Haki protective membrane disappeared.
Roy's breathing became shallower and shallower, and his face turned as white as paper.
Outside the magic circle, the allied forces attempted countless assaults.
Luffy's Giant Pistol, Kaido's Bolo Breath, Bullet's combined rock spear, Hawk Eyes's green slash, King's flame sword, Tesoro's lightning pillar...
All attacks that approach the magic circle will be precisely intercepted by the black and red Inazuma that falls from the circle the instant they approach.
Those Inazuma seemed to have eyes.
Each strike landed precisely on the point of impact, without the slightest deviation.
The stronger the attack, the fiercer the backlash.
Bullet was struck by three bolts of Inazuma simultaneously, his purple Demonic Aura was instantly pierced, and he fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.
"Mr. Bullet!" Kuina rushed to catch him, but the force of the fall caused her feet to sink into the ground.
Bullet coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he still pushed Kuina aside and stood up.
"It's alright... I'm not going to die."
Tesoro was extremely anxious.
He looked in Roy's direction countless times, and every time he saw that figure shrouded in black mist, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
I'll give it a try.
Tesoro said something to Crocodile, and then his golden armor fully deployed, with golden liquid metal gushing from the ground beneath his feet.
A new, thicker, and more complete suit of armor coalesced on his body.
The powers of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit are released simultaneously.
The surface of the golden armor was covered with dancing arcs of electricity, as if the entire suit of armor was bathed in a layer of electric light.
"Wait a minute, what's the difference between you rushing in alone and committing suicide!" Crocodile tried to stop him.
"I'm the fastest."
Tesoro was prepared to die a heroic death.
Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a golden Inazuma and shot towards the direction of the magic array.
quick.
It was so fast that everyone only saw a flash of light.
Tesoro pushed the speed of his Rumble-Rumble Fruit transformation to the limit, then wrapped his entire body in golden armor, enduring the black and red Inazuma falling from the magic circle as he charged forward.
The first thirty meters went relatively smoothly.
The Inazuma struck the golden armor, but Tesoro used his Observation Haki to precisely deflect it.
Twenty meters further on, the density of Inazuma suddenly increased.
Three, five, ten bolts—more and more black and red Inazuma seemed to have chosen him as their target, relentlessly bombarding him.
Tesoro gritted his teeth, channeling all the lightning into his golden armor, enduring the onslaught head-on.
We are less than fifty meters away from the magic circle.
He saw the black sphere of light inside the magic circle, and he also saw Roy's figure enveloped in black mist.
"Boss!"
Tesoro increased his speed.
At the edge of the magic circle, a jet-black pillar of light suddenly condensed and took shape.
The beam of light appeared without any warning, too fast for Tesoro to even react.
The beam of light shot straight at him, piercing precisely through his golden armor.
"Bang!"
A large hole blew open in the chest of the golden armor, sending fragments flying in all directions.
Tesoro plummeted from mid-air as if his soul had been ripped away, his gold shattered, his body charred black.
He only managed to utter half a "Boss" before losing consciousness.
Crocodile's dust swirled up from below, condensing into a giant sand hand that caught Tesoro in Vice Admiral.
Sandman gently lifted Tesoro to the ground. Crocodile went forward to check on him and found that the guy was still alive, but he was severely injured, with not a single patch of flesh on his body intact.
"Madman," Crocodile muttered under his breath, but the worry in his eyes was unmistakable.