The battle between the Four Emperors had been utterly terrifying. Many people felt immensely relieved that Ronglin's fight with Charlotte Linlin had been brief; otherwise, the entire island might have been sunk by them.
All those who surrendered were placed under surveillance and inspected and registered one by one according to the arrangements. Ashil Kingdom dispatched twenty thousand regular soldiers to guard them, while Drake led the Star Alliance's Third Fleet in support.
Jinbe led the Mermaid Clan, the Kraken, the Bald Sea Monster, and others in clearing the wreckage of warships, the bodies of the fallen, and other debris from the Grand Canal, reopening the waterway.
Ronglin had wiped out an entire Four Emperors crew and slain a Four Emperor. For a time, his reputation was staggering and his might unmatched. Even the envoys of various nations looked at him with profound fear. Many people's feelings toward Ronglin had changed completely, leaving them trembling in dread.
With his hands behind his back, Ronglin stood quietly atop the high platform, watching the Star Alliance members work through the night to clean up the battlefield and handle the aftermath. His calm expression revealed neither joy nor anger, and that inscrutable bearing filled the envoys of various nations with fear.
On the high platform where Ronglin stood, only Jazz dared remain at his side. Others, such as Burgess and Moria, did not dare go up and bask in the glory radiating from Ronglin.
Below the platform, members of the Phantom Group stood in four formations, guarding each side of the platform. Their faces wore the same cold, unreadable expressions, yet the more expressionless they were, the more people could sense the terrifying pressure of killing intent.
Many people began to feel that Ronglin was impossible to approach. He seemed like a god,