Giorno's voice came from above his head. Doflamingo raised his head with an ugly expression and saw Giorno leaping high with a golden iron rod.

The birdcage is the background in the sky, and the white waves are constantly chasing him below his feet. Lynch holds the golden iron rod in his hand, breathing long, and falls towards Doflamingo in the huge waves on the ground.

"Oops, I can't move my body for a while..."

Doflamingo roared wildly, waving his hands continuously, and the waves around him condensed into sixteen black-pointed spikes, "Sixteen Holy Bullets"

Lin Qi quickly fell down, holding a gold iron rod in his hand. The rod was dark and domineering, and said to himself: "It's useless to name the move..."

"God kills!!"

The sixteen black lines around Doflamingo violently hit Giorno who was falling above his head.

"You called for God to kill, then I will call..." Lin Qi swung the black stick and rolled it up with a huge force and hit the sixteen black thorns that were coming, "God to kill!"

boom!!!!

The aftermath of the black-red domineering lightning, far exceeding any before, burst out at the intersection of the rods and wires. The sound caused by the powerful momentum was even heard by the navy outside the birdcage.

"Is the ground shaking?"

A sailor who escaped from a sunken warship looked at his feet strangely.

"Why hasn't this strange cage disappeared?"

"I don't know if the Don Quixote family is still inside..."

The sailors talked a lot, but there was really nothing they could do about the weird big cage in front of them.

After being rescued and mixed with the sailors, the young boy Drake gasped and stared blankly at the scenery in the birdcage, thinking that the sound just now could be those two people fighting against the Don Quixote family...

…

"Look, it's Lieutenant General He's warship!"

There were sailors shouting happily behind him. Drake turned around and saw a warship approaching on the sea in the distance with a big word "Crane" written on the canvas.

"There seems to be a lot of movement..."

On the deck, He murmured. They were too far apart and she could only have a vague sense of what she saw and heard. But what was certain was that in the huge cage, one of them seemed to be unable to fly out.

The caged bird.

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When all the aftermath gradually dissipates...

In the snow in the birdcage, in the center of a huge crack with a radius of tens of meters, was a large pool of radiating blood. Lying in the middle of the blood was a bruised Doflamingo.
Chapter completed!