Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Beside the island, a thunderous crash suddenly rang out.
Everyone was startled and looked over one after another.
Jack the Drought had ignored the members of the Whitebeard Pirates and taken the lead in sinking their warships.
Now everyone was trapped on a dead island.
No one could run.
“What is the meaning of this?” Marco clenched his fists, feeling even more uneasy.
“Boss Sylvan, it’s ready to begin!” After finishing the task, Jack the Drought jumped and waved his hand.
In truth, he also did not understand Sylvan’s goal.
Sylvan had only said that they had to sink all the Whitebeard Pirates’ warships.
“Beautiful work.” The smile on Sylvan’s face became even more obvious, but in Marco’s eyes, it was wicked to the extreme.
It was the cold smile of the god of death.
Uneasy, he roared, “What exactly are you trying to do?
Stop wasting words.
Come at me if you want.
You think I’m afraid of you?” Sylvan said nothing.
His gaze played over Marco.
In his eyes, Marco was only trying to hide the unease in his heart.
“Since you’re in such a hurry… then let the show begin.” Rumble, rumble, rumble… Rumble, rumble, rumble… The moment Sylvan’s voice fell, the earth trembled.
No, it was more accurate to say that the entire island shook.
The surface of the ground kept splitting apart, and incomparably thick wood drilled out from the soil.
Once exposed to the air, it spread densely across the land.
Seeing this, Marco’s expression grew heavy.
Although he could not figure out what this was for, there was no doubt that this wood was Sylvan’s ability, and it would definitely be bad for their side.
“Burn it!
Hurry up and burn it all clean!” Marco shouted anxiously at the top of his lungs.
At the same time, he sneered at Sylvan and said disdainfully, “Don’t you know?
Something like wood disappears after you burn it a little.” Sylvan did not refute him.
In theory, that was indeed true.
Flames could burn everything, especially a flammable object like wood.
“But there is one thing you’ve gotten wrong.” Sylvan stared at Marco, and his words suddenly shifted, carrying a deeper meaning.
“This wood has already spread across the entire island.
How long will it take you to burn it all?
One day, or two?
Besides, even if you burn it all away, I can create another forest in an instant.
Marco, what exactly are you going to use to fight me?
And most importantly, who told you this wood was meant for attacking?” “What the hell are you trying to do?!” Marco nearly went mad.
Looking at the strange smile on Sylvan’s face, the unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
“Wood Release: Advent of a World of Flowering Trees.” Many thick, towering trees suddenly grew from the ground.
They were twenty meters tall, and at the top of each tree was a mysterious flower bud.
“This is the end…” Staring at those enormous flower buds, Sylvan snapped his fingers with a crisp sound.
“I sank your warships because I was afraid the cooked duck would fly away.” Immediately after, under countless gazes, the flower buds suddenly bloomed.
A large amount of yellow pollen drifted out and spread across the entire island.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Coincidentally, several strong gusts of wind blew over, and the mysterious yellow pollen rapidly spread.
The vast island was soon covered beneath yellow smoke.
“What is this stuff?” The pirates all raised their heads and looked at the sky, staring at the smoke filling the air with puzzled expressions.
“Everyone, cover your noses!
That smell might be poisonous!” Marco warned cautiously.
Although he did not understand Sylvan’s ability, this thing was definitely extraordinary.
“Marco, I’m in a pretty good mood right now, so let me perform a magic trick for you.” Sylvan’s face was filled with wicked amusement.
He raised three fingers.
“Three, two, one.” Thud, thud, thud.
As soon as he finished counting to three, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates were instantly finished.
No matter who they were, as long as they inhaled that strange smell, they all seemed to have their strength drained away.
Their bodies could not move, and they were completely numb.
Thud.
Marco also fell headfirst, but compared to the others, he was a little better off.
He had covered his nose at the first possible moment, so he had not inhaled much of the pollen’s scent.
“It’s over…” Marco raised his head and glanced around.
Cold sweat poured down his face.
The pirates of the Whitebeard Pirates had been completely wiped out.
Even powerful figures like Diamond Jozu had been unable to escape this disaster.
Only Marco himself remained somewhat conscious.
“No, I have to leave.
I have to tell Pops what happened here.” Marco used every ounce of strength in his body.
His body once again transformed into blue flames, turning into a great bird as he flew toward the sky.
A dense killing intent flashed across Sylvan’s face.
His right foot lifted abruptly, then came crashing down, crushing the ground beneath him.
“Wood Release: Wood Human Technique.” A massive amount of wood erupted from beneath his feet, rapidly growing larger.
The Wood Human expanded without pause, rising straight into the clouds.
In the blink of an eye, it had grown dozens of meters tall and was still getting bigger.
Even the sunlight was blocked by the Wood Human, casting the island into darkness.
“That monster came out again.” Fear appeared on Jack the Drought’s face.
Back then, he had been blown apart by a single kick from this super monster and nearly kicked to death.
“It’s over, it’s over.
That guy Marco is finished…” The two sides were originally enemies, but with the appearance of the Wood Human, Jack the Drought actually felt a little sympathy for Marco.
“That guy’s ability really is impressive.
This feels much better.
I have to hurry and inform Pops.
Jozu and the others have all been captured alive.
Only Pops can save them.” Marco flew toward the sky and finally escaped the encirclement of pollen, allowing him to breathe easily.
But before long, Marco’s face became depressed.
“Are you kidding me?
Did the sky go dark again?” Marco, who had transformed into a blue great bird, circled through the air several times and raised his head toward the sky.
Above him was a dense mass of darkness, exuding a suffocating pressure.
It was clearly not a dark cloud.
Marco even smelled the dangerous scent of death.
“What is this?” After narrowing his eyes and looking for a few seconds, Marco’s face turned the color of pig liver.
“My eyes must be broken!
Something like this is absolutely impossible!
It must be that pollen from earlier causing me to hallucinate!” If one were several hundred meters away from the island, they would be able to clearly see what was happening.
The Wood Human’s supermassive hand covered the sky and blocked out the sun as it slapped down toward the despairing Marco.