"Get out of here! The battle that's about to begin is not for you to participate in." The Crocodile the Sand's arm transformed into a sandstorm, engulfing the Shandia Warriors and sending them flying into the distance.
Still reeling from the shock of Roy's resurrection, Wyper was a little bewildered. "Wait, we just wanted to stay and witness the final outcome."
"Idiot, do you want to exchange death for a certain outcome?" Crocodile the Sand mocked mercilessly, showing little patience for the weak.
"We're thousands of meters away from the center of the battle. Can't we even withstand this level of aftershock?" Wyper argued. Although his opponent was a super strongman comparable to Enel, he was unwilling to back down when it came to the honor of the Shandia Warriors.
"Hahaha, do you think I'm discussing this with you? This is an order, you idiot." If it weren't for the fact that these guys were still somewhat useful in the captain's eyes, he wouldn't have bothered to save a bunch of ants. "Your ideas are worthless in my eyes. Remember, so-called weakness is itself a sin."
Watching the Crocodile the Sand grow ever smaller until it disappeared from sight, Wyper slammed his fist on the Sand Prison beside him. Although the Crocodile the Sand was essentially doing it for their own good, this behavior was still incredibly annoying.
"Is weakness itself a sin?" Wyper murmured to himself. As Shandia Warriors was always fighting, he had a deep understanding of this statement.
"Wyper, don't overthink it. Crocodile the Sand is only thinking about our safety." Laki was worried that Wyper might do something rash and cause trouble for Crocodile the Sand.
Although both are under Roy's command, Crocodile the Sand's status is far superior to that of the Shandia Warriors, not to mention his strength, which is comparable to Enel 'Crocodile the Sand.
"Don't worry, I've never been this clear-headed. He's right. People without ability have no right to talk about dreams." Wyper's eyes burned with the flames of ambition, which made Laki even more worried.
"What is that? It makes my heart pound even from this distance!" The residents of Angel Island, who had not yet recovered from the previous incident, were once again shocked by the thunder in the sky. In particular, the lightning balls that looked like shooting stars were like black holes, drawing everyone's attention into them.
"This is definitely not just God venting his anger, but God has encountered an opponent of equal strength!" Pagaya exclaimed. He simply couldn't imagine that there was anyone in this world who could push Enel to such a point.
"Are God's enemies also God?" Conis looked at the ever-expanding thunderclouds in the sky with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
"Perhaps, God..." Pagaya had intended to say a few words of reflection, but looking at the dazzling sunlight piercing through the thunderclouds, he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.
The immense sword light shot straight to the center of the sky, as if it had punched a hole in the sky. The terrifying lightning ball melted away like ice and snow in front of this sword pillar.
"Gulp! Crocodile the Sand is right. If I had stayed in the same place, I'm afraid even the remains wouldn't have been preserved." While feeling fortunate, Wyper also hated his own weakness.
"No wonder Crocodile the Sand said this was a battle whose outcome was already predetermined." Laki looked at the cracked sky and muttered to herself.
The Grand Line, waters near Jaya Island.
"Men, charge! Crush every single enemy in front of us! Let the pirates of this sea know what happens to those who dare to provoke us!" A bald man brandished his machete, easily cutting down the pirates blocking his path.
"What a joke! I've come all the way from the South Blue, how could I possibly fall so easily? Everyone, let's sound the horn of counterattack!"
Battles between pirates are always the main theme on the high seas.
As time went on, the veteran pirate crews that had been entrenched in the Grand Line eventually gained the upper hand, forcing the rookie pirate crews from the South Blue to retreat step by step.
Just as the Bald Captain was feeling triumphant and preparing to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop and establish his authority in this sea area, he heard a series of clanging sounds. It was the sound of many of his pirates dropping their weapons onto the deck.
The Bald Captain was completely dumbfounded. What a joke! Wasn't he in the lead right now? Why were they all acting like they were about to surrender and betray him?
"You bunch of bastards, hurry up and pick up your weapons to pursue them!" The Bald Captain was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape as he watched the enemy ship gradually disappear into the distance.
"Captain... Captain, something terrible has happened! The sky... the sky seems to have cracked open!" However, none of his crew members obeyed his orders; instead, they looked up and stared blankly at the sky.
"You bunch of idiots, how could the sky possibly... crack open?" The bald man's voice gradually faded, clearly shocked by this bizarre scene.
The thick Cloud Layer were split in two, with a crack thousands of meters long running across it, as if an invisible force had torn the sky apart, making people's hearts tremble.
However, he was a seasoned veteran who had been entrenched on the Grand Line for many years, and he quickly realized what was happening. He ordered his subordinates to continue the pursuit, "Don't worry, it's just special weather on the Grand Line. Let's catch up with the enemy before they get too far."
His words calmed the other crew members considerably. After all, the weather on the Grand Line was unpredictable, and nothing was surprising.
"No, no, it's meteorites, it's a meteor shower!" A sharp-eyed crew member noticed something was wrong. Countless meteorites fell from the cracked sky, covering the entire sea area.
"Quick... jump into the sea!" The bald man couldn't care less about the loss of the fleet. Such a terrible natural disaster was simply beyond human resistance.
After the meteor shower, the Bald Captain looked at his decimated fleet and was heartbroken. Decades of hard work had been wiped out in an instant.
On this day, countless meteorites fell across the entire ocean, stirring up towering waves that ravaged dozens of islands of all sizes. Even the World Government" called this day the Disaster Day.
After the aftershocks subsided, the White Sea was in complete chaos. Fortunately, Roy's attack was aimed at the sky; otherwise, the entire Sky Island would have been destroyed by that single sword strike.
Enel was covered in blood and unconscious, held in Roy's hands. In fact, if Roy hadn't stabilized his injuries, the Rumble-Rumble Fruit would already be looking for a new owner.
"So this is the captain's true strength!" Crocodile the Sand took a deep breath. His fate last time was similar to Enel's; he didn't even last until the end. Now, as an observer, he truly understood the gap between himself and Roy.