"Don't kill her!" Seeing someone approach Smoky with ill intent, Shiryu hurriedly called out, "Opponents like her are hard to come by. Keep her alive for now and see if she can be saved. The Alliance has so many people; keeping one more alive won't be a problem. Don't let her die!"
Weak all over and on the verge of passing out, Smoky heard Shiryu's words and struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. But her injuries were too severe. Helplessly, she closed her eyes, no longer having the strength to offer any resistance.
At once, the Star Alliance dispatched people to swiftly withdraw from the battlefield with Shiryu and Smoky, retreating toward the conference hall. Caesar was inside the hall, and at this moment, he was the only one capable of treating injuries this severe.
"Lady Smoky!" When the BIGMOM Pirates saw Smoky being taken away by the Star Alliance, their hearts sank into despair. One of the Four Emperors had already been defeated, and the Sweet Commanders were now the only ones who could lead them out of this predicament.
But now, one Sweet Commander had been captured alive, while another was firmly held back. The enemy did not seek to capture Katakuri; they only wanted to keep him occupied so he would be unable to provide reinforcements.
The entire BIGMOM Pirates were shrouded in the gloom of defeat. Blow after blow had left them no longer daring to hold any illusions about this war.
Forget defeating the Star Alliance—being able to leave the Ashil Kingdom alive would already be a blessing amid misfortune.
More and more people threw down their weapons and surrendered, while more and more people were killed by Perospero's subordinates. He even had the illusion that the number of Star Alliance members he had killed