"Not bad, your strength isn't bad, but do you all know what it means to make a move on my Olma's territory?"
A cold voice emanated from beneath the black cloak.
As soon as the words ended, a large number of sinister and sticky crimson tentacles shot out from below the cloak, lashing around and creating thunderous explosion-like sounds.
The surrounding pirates who hadn't had the chance to run far were unaware of the attack and were directly blown apart.
"Ah..." Dog Brother suddenly let out a scream; the few Four-Armed Citizens who tried to ambush their opponent had just approached when they were smashed to pieces by those tentacles.
"Heh, don't worry, I'm here, and none of you will get away. I'll smash you into pulp to feed my Freedom City,"
The pirate Olma chuckled, but he didn't hurry to attack the man, instead continuing to look at the one with the bow.
"Let's start with you! Your disgusting flame!"
