A pitch-black space-time tunnel opened like the mouth of a giant beast. The blinding light made Marines and pirates alike squint.
One figure stepped out first, black hair flying, his gaze calm yet aloof, as if surveying the battlefield from above: Qin Feng.
Three more figures followed, their auras terrifying beyond measure.
A black robe traced with red, shadows at his back, crimson Sharingan as cold as ice: Uchiha Itachi.
A Marine admiral, his icy-blue cape snapping in the wind as cold froze the air: Aokiji Kuzan.
White hair covering his eyes, cursed energy surging, an invisible domain enveloping everything around him: Gojo Satoru.
The last man had wild, flowing hair. Susanoo stood ready behind him, and the oppressive force of his Rinnegan left even heaven and earth gasping: Uchiha Madara.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
The Marines were stunned, the pirates dumbfounded. Sengoku shot to his feet, and Garp’s pupils shrank.
Who are these people?!
Why is Marine Admiral Aokiji here?!
And who are those users of ocular techniques?!
Qin Feng slowly lifted his head, his gaze passing over the panicked Marines, the chaotic pirates, and Whitebeard and Akainu locked in battle.
A cold, proud smile curled his lips. His voice was quiet, yet it rang clearly across all of Marineford, drowning out the cannons and the crashing waves:
“I’m not the villain.”
“I’m just setting things right.”
