Blackbeard's pain was completely drowned out by the blazing fury of his hatred. How miserable was the sight of the Blackbeard Pirates before him? Who could have imagined that just days ago, this dignified Four Emperors pirate crew had run rampant through the New World, forcing even the Marines to keep their distance while nations fell to their knees to welcome them—only to become so battered and broken in the blink of an eye?
"What are you doing?" Blackbeard turned to glance at his subordinates, pointed at Uchiha Hiko, and roared, "Do you see that? That brat has already been seriously wounded by me! He's not a god or a monster—he's just a mortal! What the hell are you afraid of? Get up! Go fight!"
Yet Blackbeard's roar did not ignite his men's fighting spirit. Instead, it made those Pirates crawl backward in even greater terror. Some even screamed and jumped into the sea, just to avoid meeting Uchiha Hiko's gaze again.
"You... have you all gone insane?" Blackbeard roared furiously.
However, Blackbeard failed to notice that even the officers beside him had begun to show fear in their eyes. At this point in the war, the Blackbeard Pirates had never been a match for the combined forces of several major factions. After enduring such immense pressure and fighting through constant attrition, the situation had reached a point where, no matter how strong Blackbeard was, he could not possibly turn things around.
Retreating now was the wisest choice.
But no one dared say it aloud. Blackbeard had already gone mad with bloodlust. If anyone mentioned retreat at a time like this, Blackbeard might kill them on the spot.
"Heh heh!" A mocking laugh rang out from the sky. Then that faint golden light suddenly flashed, carving a curved path through