The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

The assassination plot secretly orchestrated by the Evil God Cult and the Celestial Dragons sent a chill down the spines of all the pirates present. This chill stemmed not only from the impending battle but also from the profound fear brought about by this alliance that transcended common sense and trampled on moral boundaries.

To find Barrett, one must first get past Doma; that's an obvious fact.

Although Black Sperm is arrogant, he has an extremely keen sense of danger. The troublesome nature of the Evil God Cult can even surpass that of the Celestial Dragons in some aspects. Once they set their sights on someone, it is often a relentless entanglement.

He quickly assessed the current situation and said in a low voice, "Our goal is to buy time so that the tyrannical king who has merged into the walls can completely take control of this prison. The longer it goes on, the better for us!"

Black Sperm couldn't help but glance at Redfield, who had fallen into a long silence beside him. Would the Lone Red betray him?

Black Sperm was also a little apprehensive. This aloof old man had just been thoroughly tempted by Doma with the promise of restoring youth. Would he betray the pirates for power and join the Jashin Cult?

Losing Redfield, a powerful Observation Haki user, will make the situation even more difficult. If Black Sperm and Rover cannot complete the mission independently, their influence within the Clown Pirates will only decrease.

Doma took in the pirates' wariness and hesitation. A smile that seemed to be compassionate but was actually genuine appeared on his handsome face. He was too lazy to waste his precious time with a bunch of trash.

He gently waved the golden folding fan in his hand and said in that cold tone, "You refuse a toast but insist on drinking a forfeit... Since you insist on being enemies of God, then you shall perish together with this filthy prison."

Before he finished speaking, Tong Mo flicked his wrist and elegantly waved the magnificent golden fan forward.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing the soul, which spread silently with the wave of the fan.

Amidst the chill, countless crystal-clear ice crystals, each shaped like a perfect lotus flower, drifted out from the fan like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, instantly filling the space in front of them.

The moment these lotus leaf ices appeared, the environment of the entire fourth layer of scorching hell underwent a radical change. The scalding heat that was originally burning the skin was instantly smoothed out as if by an invisible hand of ice.

The sulfur vapors that filled the air were rapidly cooled and condensed, turning into tiny ice particles that fell down in a flurry. The red-hot rock surface on the ground was covered with a layer of pale frost at a visible speed.

The instantaneous shift between extreme heat and extreme cold caused the entire space to hum under immense strain due to thermal expansion and contraction. In just a few breaths, the core area of ​​this lava hell became chilly, like a cold autumn night.

"Hold your breath, and whatever you do, do not inhale this air!"

Redfield's pupils contracted sharply as he issued a warning. His Observation Haki clearly revealed Doma's memories: the chilling aura emanating from those seemingly beautiful ice lotuses was actually both beautiful and deadly.

It contains an extremely insidious property: once the cold air is inhaled into the lungs, it will directly freeze the alveoli and bronchi, completely destroying the organism's respiratory system from the inside.

The warning came too late. A pirate standing in the front row, who was somewhat overconfident due to his strong physique, instinctively took a deep breath the moment the cold air hit him, trying to alleviate the discomfort caused by the sudden low temperature.

That last breath became his death warrant; the pirate's face instantly turned from rosy to a terrifying bluish-purple.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he frantically scratched his throat and chest with both hands, as if something was wreaking havoc inside. He opened his mouth wide but could only let out labored gasps like a broken bellows.

Pfft! He coughed violently, but what he expelled was no longer saliva, but dark red blood mixed with fine ice shards and alveolar tissue.

His body convulsed violently due to extreme pain and lack of oxygen. He eventually collapsed to his knees in the pool of blood he had coughed up. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, he suffocated to death because his lungs had been completely frozen and he could no longer breathe.

This scene made all the surviving pirates gasp in shock, and those who didn't care about their long lives quickly covered their mouths and noses.

They are all ruthless characters who live on the edge of the sea, and holding their breath is a basic survival skill after falling into the water. Especially for Devil Fruit users, they all practice this skill diligently.

Faced with this eerie, pervasive chill that could kill if inhaled, all they could do was extend their breath-holding time as much as possible.

The black sperm immediately sealed off its peculiar physiological structure that did not require breathing, but for the first time, a look of seriousness appeared in DouDou's eyes. DouDou's method of changing the environment was too terrifying in its destructive power, and it was really too troublesome.

Redfield had a question in his mind: this guy was clearly not a power user, so how could he unleash such powerful ice-type power?

Where does this power originate?

Just how deep and unfathomable is the foundation of the evil god cult?

Because of Doma's casual wave of his fan, the battlefield instantly transformed from a scorching hell into a deadly icy graveyard, plunging the pirates into an extremely disadvantageous situation where they had to fight while holding their breath.

Meanwhile, Doma stood leisurely behind the blooming ice lotus, coldly observing his prey's struggle with his rainbow-colored eyes. Time seemed to be against the pirates.

At this crucial moment, a staggering, obese figure emerged—it was none other than Basque Jotte, one of the most notorious criminals of Level 6.

Jote hiccuped, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his hazy eyes. His understanding of alcohol and fire was unparalleled. Faced with the pervasive, deadly chill, he originally wanted to drink to dispel it.

Basque Chote's round belly suddenly swelled up, and then he opened his mouth wide and spat out a huge bubble of high-purity alcohol that emitted a strong, pungent odor!

The huge alcohol bubble floated lightly in front of him. Without the slightest hesitation, the large barrel flicked its short, stubby fingers, and a tiny spark appeared.

Boom! The moment the Mars touched the alcohol bubble, the giant alcohol bubble burst violently.

The high-purity alcohol inside was instantly and completely ignited, turning into a surging, fan-shaped wave of orange-red fire that rushed towards the area filled with the chilling aura of the icy lotus with overwhelming force.

Ice and fire, these two extremely opposing elements, collided most violently at this moment.

The frigid ice crystals collided head-on with the scorching fire, instantly unleashing a deafening roar of energy. A large number of ice lotuses were instantly vaporized by the high temperature, while the flames were rapidly cooled by the cold air.

At the point where the two forces intersect, a massive amount of dense water vapor is generated, which spreads outwards like a shock wave from an explosion.

The steam carrying the liquor instantly dispelled the biting cold, tearing a huge gap in the low-temperature zone created by Doma's lotus leaf ice.

"He's...he's alive again!"

"Take a breath now!"

The surviving pirates seized this critical opportunity, panting heavily and greedily inhaling the air mixed with alcohol. Although it had side effects, it was still a thousand times better than having their lungs frozen solid.

"Well done, Fatty," Black Sperm couldn't help but cheer. Pochi shook his wet fur and growled, clearly feeling much better.

Basque Jotte knew his own limitations; if it really came down to a fight to the very end, he would definitely not be a match for Doma. With his abilities, he could only play a support role.