In the real world, the scene inside the magic circle stunned everyone.
The magic array, which had been operating smoothly, suddenly seemed to be disrupted from within by something.
The black mist surged violently, and the surface of the black sphere at the center of the magic circle was covered with countless fine ripples, like a pot of boiling water.
Immediately afterwards, a column of pure black smoke shot out from the center of the magic circle!
The column of smoke was so thick it couldn't be dispersed, deeper, purer, and more violent than the black mist of the magic circle, like a giant black dragon breaking free of the magic circle's restraints and gushing out in all directions.
The magic circle emitted a low hum, as if something inside it had been shattered.
The operating speed suddenly decreased, and the black and red Inazuma at the edge of the magic circle also became sparse.
"What is that!" Tesoro weakly raised his head, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw the black column of smoke.
"It's Roy!" Yamato stood up from the ground, and the power of frost began to recede on its own as her emotions changed.
Luffy narrowed his eyes, staring at the black column of smoke that broke through the magic circle, and slowly a grin spread across his face.
"That bastard is still alive!"
The allied forces were roused once again.
Although the black smoke column was the same color as the black mist of the magic circle, everyone could sense the difference between them.
The black mist of the magic circle was cold and despairing, as if it wanted to drag everything into an abyss.
The black smoke erupting from Roy's body was violent and domineering, carrying an unyielding madness and lawless vitality.
The difference between the two is like stagnant water and raging flames.
In the realm of consciousness, Roy stared in astonishment at the changes to his wasteland.
On the gray-black earth beneath my feet, a lake of even deeper, pure black color has appeared out of nowhere.
The lake was as calm as a mirror, without a ripple, yet it radiated a deep, unsettling luster, like a black hole that could absorb all light.
"This is...?"
He could clearly sense a power emanating from this lake that shared the same origin as his own, yet there was also a consciousness within the lake that was completely different from his own.
In the distance, nineteen pairs of eyes, suspended in mid-air, seemed to be seeing something unbelievable.
They slowly converged, releasing bursts of spiritual energy, as if they were discussing something.
At this moment, Roy could sense that the black lake contained an extremely terrifying power.
That power was like an undercurrent in the ocean, with a vortex capable of swallowing heaven and earth hidden beneath a calm surface.
He slowly squatted down, trying to scoop up a handful of water from the black lake, but as soon as his hand touched the surface, ripples appeared in the center of the lake.
One circle, two circles, the ripples grew larger and more frequent, as if something was slowly rising from the bottom of the lake.
Roy instinctively took half a step back, and the Blade of Consciousness re-formed in his hand.
In the center of the lake, a blurry black figure slowly emerged.
The figure's face was obscured, only a pair of eerie blue eyes gleaming in the darkness.
Roy's heart skipped a beat.
"What a terrifying aura!"
The figure slowly rose from the center of the black lake, its body enveloped in a dark aura that was purer and more ancient than the black mist of the magic array.
The surface of the Black Lake parted at his feet, yet not a single drop touched his body.
He stood on the lake, as steady as if he were standing on flat ground, as if the dark lake itself were a part of his body.
Roy gripped the Blade of Consciousness, neither rushing forward nor retreating.
"Who are you?"
The figure did not answer.
He slowly raised his head, his dark blue eyes beneath his disheveled hair staring intently at the eyes in the sky that were still releasing mental pressure.
The attack of the nineteen pairs of eyes stopped the moment the black figure appeared.
All eyes were focused on him.
Immediately afterwards, those eyes began to converge.
One, two, ten, thirty-eight.
All the eyeballs seemed to be drawn together by a magnet, rapidly converging in one direction, then merging, deforming, and recombining.
Nineteen humanoid phantoms formed of black mist appeared before Roy.
Some were as tall as towers, some as slender as bamboo poles, some had two horns on their heads, and some had wings spread on their backs. Each figure exuded an aura that was the same as Imu's.
Roy's pupils contracted slightly.
These phantoms are exactly the same as the black mist used by Imu, except that they are not bound by physical bodies, thus revealing their most essential form.
Nineteen illusory figures stood in a row, facing the black figure, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air.
"How... how did you end up in a place like this!"
A phantom stepped forward, its voice trembling so much that it hardly sounded like someone who had lived for eight hundred years.
"Impossible! You were completely wiped out eight hundred years ago!"
The voice of the other illusory figure was filled with obvious fear.
"Erase?" the black figure finally spoke.
His voice was hoarse and deep, carrying an anger that seemed to have crawled out from the deepest part of hell.
"You despicable people, how dare you talk about erasing?"
He tilted his head back and let out an extremely unpleasant laugh, which made the entire space of consciousness tremble.
"When did it become your place to erase me, Davy Jones!"
Roy was startled.
Davy Jones.
Davy.
The Davy Clan.
The name was all too familiar to him.
Whether it's Rocks or Blackbeard, aren't they both from the Davy Clan?
"Don't be so afraid."
Davy Jones turned and glanced at Roy; his deep blue eyes reminded Roy of ancient predators of the deep sea.
"I didn't die so cleanly, kid."
Davy Jones's lips seemed to curl slightly.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank you."
"Thank me?"
"If you hadn't preserved my power so perfectly and nurtured it within your heart for so long, I wouldn't have been able to revive under the stimulation of the black mist."
Roy understood.
It seems that the body itself, under sufficient pressure, has Awakening the Dark-Dark Fruit.
Fragments of Davy Jones ' will still remain inside it.
The mark of the first Devil Fruit User has never truly disappeared.
"What exactly happened eight hundred years ago?" Roy asked.
Davy Jones smiled again.
This time, however, the smile was so cold it chilled you to the bone.
"Eight hundred years ago, I was the true King of the World."
His voice wasn't loud, but it made all nineteen illusory figures tremble simultaneously.
"I should have been the master of this world."
"But you traitors, taking advantage of my weakness after my decisive battle with Joy Boy,
They stole my primal power, turned against me, and utterly killed me.
By this point, Davy Jones's anger had become palpable.
"You stole my power to establish World Government, you disguised yourselves as descendants of gods, and you have fabricated lies for eight hundred years!"
He pointed at the nineteen figures and said word by word:
"My origin has been completely divided up by you, and each portion has been made into seeds of power for the Black Turn Domination, hidden within your bodies and passed down from generation to generation."
You use my power to control the world, create puppets, and erase history.
All of this was stolen from me, this 'dead demon'!