"Cough, cough!"
Whitebeard looked at the rubble rising and falling before him. His throat turned sour, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. His Observation Haki spread outward, and he could still sense that the other presence hadn't vanished.
He stepped forward, ready to deliver the final blow, but Whitebeard's expression suddenly changed drastically.
Crack!
He punched the air to his left, even though Chaos wasn't in that direction.
After throwing the punch, Whitebeard turned and leaped high into the air, sprinting toward the left at incredible speed.
"What's going on?"
"Whitebeard seems to be in a hurry."
"He actually left."
Whitebeard's sudden move left many of the people watching the livestream confused. Under normal circumstances, regardless of whether Gild Tesoro was dead, he should have gone to check.
Or was Whitebeard simply too confident?
The scene shifted.
At the far left end of the seabed, a desert world appeared once more.
Crocodile's slicked-back hair was immaculate, and the black leather coat behind him fluttered wildly, but his face was pale and cold.
Blood trickled from a wound across his chest, so deep that his internal organs were almost visible.
Steam spiraled around him as his wounds healed.
Fortunately, he had awakened Life Return four years ago, which had enhanced his recovery.
Even so, his injuries were still severe.
Across from Crocodile, Oden knelt on one knee, his left arm severed at the shoulder and blood streaming from the wound. His topknot had come undone, his hair hanging loose and disheveled. His eyes were bloodshot, and tears poured down his face.
His agonized sobs were inexplicably heartbreaking.
"Kin'emon, Denjiro, Kawamatsu..."
Oden wailed as he stared at the bodies lying in front of him. Some were mangled beyond recognition, while others had been reduced to little more than