Scorching Hell.
Toxic liquid splattered across the ground.
Whitey Bay and the others, who had stayed behind to hold off Magellan, Shiryu, and a large number of jailers, thrashed and howled in agony in the poison.
Five minutes.
That was the limit of how long they could hold out together.
Magellan's ability was simply too overpowered.
Once the poison touched you, your only option was to withstand it with Armament Haki, but it drained your strength at an alarming rate!
Even if they managed to block the poison for the moment, toxic fumes still filled the air. Inhaling enough of them would paralyze their nerves, cause hallucinations, and inflict excruciating pain.
The poison was so potent it could corrode and melt even stone.
Most importantly, those poisoned wouldn't die right away. Instead, they'd suffer for a long time.
Under normal circumstances, Whitey Bay and the others could have held out for at least half an hour. Even if not that long, they could have managed ten minutes.
But the Magellan of today was no longer the Magellan of seven years ago.
Ever since Gild Tesoro had invaded Impel Down and swept through it with overwhelming force, Magellan had regarded the incident as the greatest humiliation of his life. As a result, he'd worked harder than ever and trained with incredible discipline.
That meant Magellan was strong now—exceptionally strong.
Combined with the Venom-Venom Fruit, he was fully capable of fighting at an admiral's level.
So Whitey Bay and the others had fallen.
And they'd fallen fast.
But Marco and Vista had moved even faster. They hadn't wasted a second, and their goal was clear: rescue Whitebeard first.
"Hmph~"
"Cuff these people."
Watching Whitey Bay and the others thrash and howl in the poison, Magellan gave a cold snort. Poison dripping from