Fishing Pirates: Black Goku of the Beasts

Under the boundless sky, a huge bird, with an inextinguishable flame wrapped around its body, streaked across the sky like a messenger returning from hell, leaving behind a series of hot and mournful wails. This wailing was not only its own pain, but also an accusation of the endless sadness of this world. The giant bird spread its wings, covering half of the sky. Every flap seemed to stir up the wind and clouds, but it could no longer stir up the lost paradise in its heart.

Marijoa, the once brilliant and dreamlike wonderland, is now only left with broken walls and ruins, which look even more desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun. The prosperity and glory of the past are like a mirage, shattered at the touch of a finger, leaving only scars and endless dust. The giant bird flies low, and every time it passes over a ruin, it seems to tear its broken heart again. In its eyes, there are not only leaps of flames, but also crystal tears falling silently, which is a remembrance of the past and despair of the current situation.

Its face, though in the shape of a strange bird, cannot hide its human pain and anger. Whenever its sight touches those once glorious buildings that are now reduced to ruins, its facial muscles twitch involuntarily, a pain that goes deep into its bones and is hard to describe. This is not only a material loss, but also a spiritual destruction, a complete deprivation of its deep sense of belonging.

In this despair and anger, the giant bird's eyes gradually locked on Rocky below. Rocky, the rising star pirate, was the instigator of all these disasters.

Its eyes were like dark fires in the abyss, filled with malice and hatred, as if it could see into the deepest fears of people's hearts, vowing to swallow up the creatures below, not even letting go of their souls. Loki stood on the ruins, surrounded by an indescribable calmness and determination. To him, the ferociousness and threat of the giant bird were nothing more than a candle in the wind, a fleeting phantom.

His gaze was deep and calm, penetrating through the layers of haze and shooting straight at the only towering tower that had not fallen - the heart of Marijoa, where the Five Elders and the mysterious Im might be plotting a deeper darkness. There was no ripple in Rocky's heart. His soul had long been tempered by the endless pain that the Celestial Dragons had inflicted on this world, becoming indestructible. In comparison, the giant bird in front of him and all the threats it represented seemed so small, as if it was a ridiculous mockery of his indestructible will.

"Do you think that a mere hateful gaze can shake me?" Rocky sneered in his heart. Although his voice was light, it was full of unquestionable power. He slowly raised his right hand, and a dazzling light gathered in his palm. It was the most direct response to injustice and oppression, and also a declaration of the coming just judgment.

The air around seemed to stagnate, and even the arrogant giant bird felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, its wings trembling, and it let out waves of uneasy hisses. Rocky did not give it any chance to breathe, and his figure flashed, turning into a stream of light, heading straight for the giant tower, and every step he took was firm and resolute.

In his heart, Rocky silently recited the ancient military strategy: "To capture a thief, first capture the king." His gaze penetrated through the layers of fog and shot directly at the arrogant Five Elders. They were surrounded by a strange aura of immortality, as if they were born kings, standing above all things.

However, Rocky was not afraid at all. His wisdom was as deep as the abyss, and he had already seen through the truth behind this appearance. He knew that any head-on confrontation with these seemingly invincible birds, the Five Elders, would be nothing but a futile struggle. Their existence was nothing more than a pawn placed by a higher-level power to maintain the false balance of this world.

The real key is hidden behind all this, that is a mysterious existence named Yimu, who is like the deepest shadow in the night, controlling everything, making the powerful Five Elders just puppets in his hands, at his mercy. In Rocky's view, although the Five Elders are high above and hold the pulse of the world, they are just a few tools carefully crafted by Yimu to rule the world, bright and beautiful but lacking soul.

Thinking of this, Rocky's eyes flashed with determination and unyielding. He knew very well that in order to break the shackles of the millennium and solve the mysteries that entangled the world, he had to face the most mysterious Yim and pull him out of the darkness, so that he could reveal the truth to the world and let the light shine again on this land shrouded in shadows.

The wind began to howl, and there were faint thunder and lightning in the clouds, foreshadowing the coming storm. Rocky took a deep breath, and an unprecedented power surged in his body. It was the desire for justice and the pursuit of freedom, which converged into an unstoppable torrent. He took a step, and every step seemed to be on the pulse of time, and he moved firmly towards the unknown and dangerous depths.

Rocky's steps seemed to be pulled by invisible threads. Although each step seemed leisurely, it actually contained astonishing speed and determination. His figure swayed gently among the ruins, like a ghost passing through the woods. In a blink of an eye, he had passed through several streets and alleys, leaving the hustle and bustle of the world far behind. In the sky, a giant flaming bird soared proudly, its wings spread out, almost covering half of the sky. Its sharp pupils shrank slightly in the morning light, catching the unusual trajectory below, and an inexplicable anger surged in its heart.

"How dare you look down on me like this!" The giant bird roared in its heart, feeling an unprecedented provocation. In anger, it flapped its wings suddenly, and a blazing flame burst out from between its wings, like a meteor streaking through the sky, turning into a dazzling stream of flames, and chasing after Rocky with the force of thunder. The air was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, as if even the wind was trembling.

Rocky seemed to have anticipated this sudden pursuit. He smiled calmly and continued to move towards the heart of Marijoa - the towering tower. This tower was not only a symbol of power, but also a gathering place for countless secrets and legends. What was hidden inside might be a force that could subvert the world.

As Rocky approached, the ancient and solemn figure of the tower gradually became clear in the morning light, and the spire seemed to reach the sky, shining with the dawn of the sky. However, even Rocky, who possessed the extraordinary insight, could not penetrate the layers of mysterious barriers and peek into the secrets hidden in the tower. This unknown did not make him retreat, but instead aroused his stronger curiosity and desire to explore.

Just as Rocky was about to step into the tower, three old men appeared in front of him silently as if they had walked out of the void. They were dressed in simple clothes, with weathered faces, and each pair of eyes was like a bottomless pool of water, revealing the depth and majesty that had been precipitated over the years. Their imposing manner was like three insurmountable mountains, isolating Rocky from the surrounding world, and the air was filled with a depressing and solemn atmosphere.

Rocky's eyes swept over the three old men one by one. He was secretly alert in his heart, but his face remained calm.

Under the dim and oppressive sky, he realized that he was facing the most mysterious peak of power in the world government - the three Five Elders. They stood there quietly like the guardian gods in ancient legends, with deep eyes, as if they could see through everything in the world. Their presence solidified the air around them into heavy lead blocks, making people breathless.

Just as Rocky was secretly on guard, his eyes wandering between the three old men, trying to read more information from their faces full of traces of time, a giant flaming bird flew through the air. Wherever its wings passed, the air seemed to be ignited, leaving a series of distorted light and shadows. This giant flaming bird was no ordinary creature. It was burning with eternal flames. Every time it flapped its wings, it was accompanied by a deafening roar. It was like a messenger of doomsday, descending on this land chosen by fate.

As the giant bird slowly descended, the flames gradually faded, and an old man slowly walked out. His face was shrouded in shadows, but his eyes were unusually bright, like two balls of jumping flames, staring straight at Rocky, his eyes were filled with unspeakable anger and hatred, as if Rocky really owed him an endless debt and was waiting to be settled.

Although Rocky's heart was in turmoil, his face remained calm. He knew that any emotional fluctuations at this moment could become a breakthrough for his opponent to attack. He quickly glanced around and confirmed that there were only four old men on the field. He couldn't help but feel a little confused. The inexplicable premonition drove him to quickly activate the observation Haki in his body, as if he had instantly opened a window to the truth of the world, and all secrets and disguises were exposed in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Rocky's perception passed through layers of obstacles and reached a chaotic area in the distance. There, a giant insect that was so huge that it was suffocating was fighting with Yamato and others. Its body was covered with a hard shell. Rocky's heart sank suddenly, and all his doubts disappeared in an instant. He understood that this fifth Five Elders was controlling the battle in such a strange and powerful form.

“Boy, you are the only one in the eight hundred years of history who could turn Marijoa, this holy place that has symbolized supreme power and majesty since ancient times, into such a dilapidated state!” The person who spoke was one of the Five Elders sitting in the middle. His head was bald like a mirror, reflecting the flickering candlelight in the hall, making him particularly eye-catching.

This sudden accusation was like a sharp blade that pierced Rocky's heart. However, facing this unprecedented accusation and oppression, Rocky's face did not show any panic or fear, but instead a faint but firm smile slowly emerged.

While he was talking, the body of the bald Five Elders suddenly underwent an amazing change! His originally skinny body seemed to be infused with invisible power, expanding rapidly, with muscles knotted and a faint wild light under his skin. In the blink of an eye, he was no longer the seemingly ordinary old man, but a huge monster - a wild boar monster covered with black bristles and eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light!

The pair of fangs were long and sharp, like two sharp spears, shining coldly in the dim hall, making people afraid. The air around seemed to be frozen by this terrifying aura, and even breathing became extremely difficult. The guards around Rocky changed their expressions and retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected by this sudden change.

"Humph, what can you do to me if you turn into a big wild boar?" Rocky sneered. Facing this sudden change, he did not retreat at all, but instead aroused his fighting spirit. He knew very well that the wild boar monster in front of him was just a means for the Five Elders to show their power. The real contest had just begun.

Rocky moved, and like a ghost, he shuttled between the beams of the hall, dodging the fierce attacks of the wild boar monster. Every time he dodged, he seemed so calm, as if he had already seen through every move of his opponent. And his sharp eyes were constantly looking for opportunities to counterattack.

In that split second, Rocky seemed to be accelerated by the wheel of fate, and started a thrilling contest with the legendary beast, Fengxi. Fengxi, whose shape was as majestic as a mountain, whose fur shone with a dark luster, whose eyes burned with an unquenchable wild fire, made the earth tremble with every step. Rocky, though thin in figure, was like a strong grass in the wind, tenacious, and every move he made was like breaking the wind, and his momentum was like a dragon, cutting through the sky.

After dozens of rounds, the confrontation between the two was like a violent storm, or the collapse of mountains and rivers. Every collision stirred up layers of air waves, swaying the surrounding grass and trees, and the dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun. Rocky's figure shuttled freely between Fengxi's huge body, and every dodge was extremely accurate, as if he could predict the future, while Fengxi roared continuously, and his claws and fangs intertwined into a web of death, trying to trap Rocky in it.