The golden "meteor" crashed down on the coast of Marineford.
In an instant, howling gales rose and dust filled the air.
The pirates gathering toward the coast had never expected something like this to happen. Those closest to the impact had been completely unprepared and were directly blown off their feet by the gale. The others stopped upon hearing the tremendous crash and turned to look toward the sea.
At the rear of the group, Whitebeard, who was covering his subordinates' retreat, and his commanders all wore grave expressions as they looked toward the rising cloud of dust in the distance.
In the inner harbor, the Marines pursuing the pirates quickly halted as well, watching the coast with vigilant expressions.
"What happened?!"
"Did more reinforcements from the Whitebeard Pirates arrive?"
"Damn pirates!"
Elsewhere on the battlefield, Marine Vice Admiral Tokikake, who had been leading his men in pursuit of pirates, raised an arm and swiftly signaled his subordinates to stop. Stretching his neck to look into the distance, he cursed under his breath.
Charlotte Linlin and Kaido, who had suddenly appeared on the battlefield and helped the Whitebeard Pirates rescue Whitebeard, had already left a deep impression on the Marines.
By now, these pirates had made them somewhat jumpy.
To the Marines, any "accident" on the battlefield would deal a blow to their plans.
Beside the ruins of the execution platform, the blood-covered Garp braced himself against the ground and slowly stood up. Looking exhausted, he raised his eyes toward the coast and gave a bitter smile.
"That guy still came."
He had seen the Golden Streamer streak down from the sky earlier. Garp knew who had arrived.
Within the ruins of the execution platform, Kaido and Sengoku had already stopped fighting. Once Kaido learned that Whitebeard intended to retreat,