The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 364 The Situation is Set

With their strength, they might be able to go without breathing for several hours under normal circumstances, but now they are in the midst of intense combat, and every movement consumes a lot of oxygen, putting a heavy burden on their bodies.

Just minutes later, their movements began to change. Their once fierce attacks became slow and powerless, and their defenses also showed weaknesses. The Seraphim seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand and forced them into a retreat.

The Five Elders quickly reached a consensus through their unique way of communicating with each other's consciousness—to catch the thief, first catch the king.

The root cause of the current chaotic and extremely unfavorable battle situation lies in Wes's endless, unpredictable and powerful abilities. If we can subdue him, we can turn the tide and regain the initiative in the battle.

The five people moved almost simultaneously, and a pentagram magic circle slowly appeared beneath their feet.

As the pentagram formation appeared, the five people tacitly adjusted their positions, connecting their respective formations together. In the blink of an eye, a huge magic circle radiating powerful energy fluctuations was formed.

At the center of this magic circle was Wes's location; it was like a giant net exuding an aura of death, enveloping Wes.

Soaring black flames erupted from the magic circle. The temperature of the black flames was extremely high. Wherever they passed, everything around them seemed to be vaporized instantly, disappearing without a trace, just like fragile paper.

Whether it's boulders or crumbling walls on the ground, or even a few pieces of debris floating in the air, anything that comes into contact with the black flames instantly turns into a wisp of green smoke and dissipates into the air.

The entire Ghost Island was bathed in the black flames, which distorted the surrounding air, creating strange ripples.

The power of the black flames that shot into the sky was so astonishing that it even affected the vast seawater near Ghost Island.

The seawater began to boil and churn at a visible speed, with large amounts of water vapor rising up like white clouds surging towards the sky.

Under the relentless scorching heat of the black flames, the seawater evaporated rapidly, the water level dropped sharply, and large areas of seabed reefs gradually emerged from the water.

As seawater evaporates in large quantities, more and more steam fills the air. When it cools at high altitudes, it begins to condense rapidly into water droplets, which then coalesce into rain clouds.

Soon, large raindrops began to pour down from the sky, initially sparse, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a torrential downpour.

The rain was extremely heavy, as if the entire sky had been torn open, and endless rain poured down on the island, threatening to submerge it completely.

Raindrops hit the ground, splashing up water droplets that converged into streams that rushed towards low-lying areas.

The already uneven and scarred ground on Ghost Island, which had been damaged by the fierce battle, was now rapidly filled with rainwater, forming puddles of all sizes, and in some places, the water had even begun to accumulate into lakes.

In the torrential rain, the entire Ghost Island resembled an isolated island about to be swallowed by the flood, exuding a desolate and dangerous atmosphere of being on the verge of collapse.

The Five Elders, completely oblivious to the harsh weather around them, kept their eyes fixed on the center of the magic circle.

They pinned all their hopes on this joint attack. They were willing to destroy the entire Wano Country if they could successfully take down Wes.

"Isn't it a bit much to use a magic circle against a wizard like me?"

Wes's voice drifted leisurely from the center of the towering black flames, his tone carrying a hint of mockery, as if the powerful magic circle before him, capable of destroying everything, was nothing more than a child's game in his eyes.

As the words fell, the black flames gradually dissipated, and Wes appeared unharmed before everyone's eyes. His clothes were still as clean as ever, and there was no sign of panic or injury on his face.

The terrifying attack that had just occurred, capable of evaporating seawater and changing the color of the sky and earth, did not touch him in the slightest.

He calmly raised his wand and tapped it lightly. In an instant, a green smoke billowed from the tip of the wand. The smoke, like a nimble serpent, quickly spread towards the Five Elders and enveloped them in the blink of an eye.

"This is... Seastone??"

One of the Five Elders cried out in alarm. They felt a familiar yet fearful power emanating from the green smoke, instantly invading their bodies and weakening their already formidable fighting strength once again.

Seastone has always been the most troublesome thing for ability users, as it can suppress their power to a great extent. Now, being in this green smoke, the Five Elders felt as if the power in their bodies was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to use smoothly. Their movements also became increasingly sluggish, and a bad premonition rose in their hearts.

"This is bad!"

Seeing that things were going badly, Kizaru muttered something under his breath and instantly transformed into a golden light, fleeing rapidly into the air.

Not to be outdone, Maz immediately flapped his enormous wings, creating a gust of wind with each flap.

The howling wind, carrying immense power, swept outwards, lifting rainwater, gravel, and other debris into the air.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Golden chains flew from Maz's hands, and with the help of the gale, they coiled around the group like snakes emerging from their holes, giving them no chance to escape.

However, Kizaru was simply too fast. Despite the fierce onslaught of the golden chains, they couldn't catch up with his golden figure. They could only watch helplessly as he escaped the chains' encirclement with his incredible speed and sped away into the distance, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

The others were not so lucky; once they were bound by the golden chains, their movements became increasingly restricted.

The seraphim, faced with such a golden opportunity, would naturally not let it slip by easily.

At this moment, Shanks is the one with the strongest fighting power and the least affected.

Unlike those powerful individuals who rely on Devil Fruit abilities to fight, Shanks is not a Devil Fruit user, so he is not subject to the effects of Seastone smoke or other methods that target Devil Fruit users.

Shanks' sharp gaze swept over the approaching Seraphim like a hawk. Despite the extremely unfavorable situation, there was no fear on his face. Instead, he exuded an indomitable determination and domineering aura.

With a slight shift of his feet, he transformed into a blur, charging towards the Seraphim. His rapier flashed with a series of sharp sword flourishes, each aimed precisely at the Seraphim's vital points. The speed and angles were so precise that the Seraphim dared not be careless in the slightest.

In an instant, rain and sword shadows intertwined, and the sounds of collision and whistling filled the air. Shanks, single-handedly, tore a gap in the encirclement of the Seraphim, temporarily stabilizing the situation and giving the Five Elders and Sengoku, who were struggling due to various circumstances, a glimmer of hope to turn the tide of the battle.

(End of this chapter)