The battlefield fell deathly silent.
Whether they were the Whitebeard Pirates, Marine Headquarters, or the Seven Warlords of the Sea, no one spoke at that moment.
Because none of them could make sense of it.
They did not understand why the sky had changed.
They did not understand where that gate had come from.
They did not understand who these never-before-heard-of powerful figures were!
Counting carefully, not many people had emerged from the gate. Compared to this battlefield of over a hundred thousand people, their numbers were practically negligible. Yet no one could possibly overlook them.
Most of them wore remarkably uniform attire: black robes beneath haori resembling the capes worn by Marine officers, each emblazoned with a different number.
"Who the hell are these people?"
"What's with that gate? Is it some Devil Fruit ability?"
"..."
The expressions of both Sengoku and Whitebeard turned grave. Not only them—even all three Admirals and everyone else wore solemn expressions.
"That bastard really gave this old man one hell of a surprise," Sengoku muttered, though his gaze involuntarily settled on the elderly man leading the group in the air. Whether judging by his position or the "one" on his haori, this old man carrying a cane...
Was probably the leader of this group!
However...
"HAHAHAHA! Come and fight! Fight to your heart's content! Who's going to be my opponent? Come on, let's enjoy cutting each other to pieces!!!"
What was going on with that long-haired man wearing an eyepatch, his face full of bloodlust?
Why was he even bound in chains?
Whoosh—
Without any warning, everyone's vision blurred, and all the people in the air vanished from where they stood.
So fast!
While the pirates on the ice wore bewildered expressions, a small number of people had already turned their gazes toward