Only after two breaths, Aokiji's face suddenly turned pale. His entire body suddenly spurted a large amount of blood, and on his skin surface appeared deep claw marks.
His consciousness also recovered instantly. Feeling the pain throughout his body, his facial expression became very bad.
Just now, he was strangely pulled into the dream realm and hunted by Kuro. In that dream, he was just an ordinary human without any power. To escape from the dream, he could only rely on strong willpower. After receiving several ambushes, he finally succeeded in breaking free.
The wounds he received in the dream were reflected in the real world. This was the true terror of Freddy's Gloves. No matter how strong an Admiral was, once pulled into a dream, he would be under the wearer's control.
For others, only a few seconds had passed, but actually the two of them had fought for three full days inside the dream.
Kuro's face also looked slightly pale. Controlling these wicked Freddy Gloves consumed a lot of energy, even putting pressure on his own mentality. It could be said these were devil gloves; if used too often, they might corrupt his own sanity. This was a double-edged sword. To obtain great power, there was certainly a price to pay.
"An Admiral is still an Admiral, you could escape from there. Impressive!" Kuro praised sincerely.
He had the power to manipulate dreams to a certain extent, but still Aokiji in ordinary human form was able to avoid his pursuit. In the end, it was because Kuro's mental strength wasn't strong enough yet. If someone with tremendous mental strength like Shanks got these gloves, he could kill his opponent inside the dream in an instant.
Conversely, as long as the opponent's mentality was strong enough, they could avoid damage and hide inside the dream. That's why they were stuck for so long.
"Terrifying ability..." Cold sweat dripped on Aokiji's forehead. He unconsciously stepped back one step, covering his wound with ice crystals to stop the bleeding.
"Just by being wounded by that thing, someone will be pulled into a dream...?" Aokiji stared at the gloves in Kuro's hand full of vigilance.
At that moment, shadows appeared in the sky.
*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*
Several figures landed beside Aokiji; they were Kizaru, Zephyr, Mihawk, Doflamingo, and the others. Several other people went to help Akainu.
Meanwhile beside Kuro, several giant figures also landed hard until the ice layer cracked into pieces. Their mighty bodies blocked the sunlight.
Jozu laughed loudly: "Your name is Kuro, right? Being able to injure Aokiji is truly impressive. How about joining the Whitebeard Pirates?"
Although Kuro was previously just an unknown small-time pirate, his strength had now been acknowledged by everyone. In direct combat, he could injure Aokiji. Extraordinary!
Indeed, that mysterious Gold List's First Rank was too frightening. He could make a small kid whose bounty wasn't even tens of millions of belly suddenly leap to this level!
Jack snorted coldly: "Nonsense! Why should he join Whitebeard? Kid, join the Beast Pirates! Follow our captain and you'll live in luxury!"
Cracker laughed strangely: "You two can't be relied on. Better just join the BIG MOM Pirates. Mama is a famous legendary pirate. We're all a family that loves each other!"
Benn Beckman said flatly: "Those three are just boasting. Join the Red-Haired Pirates; our captain is a very good person."
Kuro was slightly confused. This was the first time he saw so many legendary pirates gathered around him competing to invite him to join. Something like this, even in dreams he didn't dare before!
Kizaru replied in his strange tone: "Ooo-totto... truly confusing. Facing simultaneous invitations from the great fleets of four Yonko, which will you choose, Kuro?"
Kuro glanced at that strange old man briefly but didn't speak. In his heart he already had a decision. All his abilities came from that mysterious person, and he had already promised to work for him. Of course he couldn't join under others' command. In his guess, that person was the Gold List's First Rank. Compared to First Rank, the Yonko could go to hell!
Benn Beckman stared at Kizaru, then turned to the Shichibukai, and said calmly: "Jinbe, Mihawk, in this situation, the Marines and World Government are already at their limit. Better leave this damn World Government and join us. I guarantee our captain won't hold grudges, and you'll get your share of credit!"
This man was indeed the first brain of the Red-Haired Pirates; besides being strong, his intelligence was very high. At a time like this, he actually tried to persuade opponents to surrender. Kizaru and the others certainly wouldn't waver, but the Shichibukai weren't necessarily so. They were all cruel pirates with their own plans; betraying midway wasn't impossible.
Jinbe clasped his hands: "Forgive me, this is for the future of the fish-men race; I'm forced to!"
Jozu frowned: "The fish-men race's future? Jinbe, you're a knight of the sea; we're not strangers. Isn't the situation already clear? The Marines and World Government are at the end of their rope. Once Pops and the others move, even if the Gorosei or Imu appear, they won't be able to stop this collapse. Your high-level combat forces are far inferior!"
That was reality. From the current situation, the number of peak combat forces on both sides was indeed unequal. Jinbe just remained silent.
Mihawk then spoke up: "Sengoku won't fight a war without assurance of victory."
This statement made Jozu's side furrow their brows. Just as they faced each other, Mary Geoise showed movement again. From the direction the Devil Fruit Army emerged earlier, several giant warships returned approaching the battlefield at high speed.
Sengoku instantly rejoiced and stood upright: "That damn Vegapunk, finally finished!"
Just as he spoke, from atop those warships suddenly shot forth magnificent giant figures. Their large bodies didn't affect their speed at all; they shot through the air leaving shadows, and in an instant had arrived at the battlefield.
*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*
Tremendous successive tremors drew everyone's attention. The next second, everyone's faces showed shock. They gaped wide unable to speak.
Giant figures identical to each other could be seen standing neatly on the ice. Expressionless, as if having no emotions at all, their entire bodies radiated cold aura. Their numbers were very shocking, reaching 800 units with synchronized movements.
This was the Marines' other great ace card: Pacifista PX-1!