The situation was gradually becoming one-sided.
The pirates were retreating step by step.
With faces full of sorrow and anger, Marco and the others could only helplessly watch Whitebeard's body standing majestically on the other side of a gigantic crack, while many of their fellow pirates continued to be killed under the navy's powerful firepower.
The navy, on the other hand, excitedly pursued.
"The navy! They won!"
Countless onlookers wore smiles.
Just at that moment—
A ball of golden light suddenly cascaded down from high above, immediately drawing the attention of everyone present and countless viewers in front of their televisions.
At the same time, an overwhelming and mysterious pressure spread out, causing everyone's heart to sink involuntarily, too afraid to speak.
