The Vanishing Island!

"You pieces of trash, since that's the case, then..."

"Enough!" The long-bearded old man finally spoke. He took a deep breath, glared grimly at the meteors still falling from the sky, then shouted in a low voice, "All Marines, hear my command! Evacuate Marineford at top speed!"

Even without the Five Elders giving the order, the Marines had already descended into chaos. They swarmed toward the warships like a stampede. Whitebeard and the others did not stop them; instead, they looked devoutly at Mirai Uchiha in the sky, at the enormous purple giant, and at the meteors falling like divine punishment. At that moment, whether it was Whitebeard or Golden Lion, they could not help but feel that this young man before them was an omnipotent god.

Marineford was now in complete disarray. All the Marines had thrown away their weapons and fled desperately toward the warships. They had forgotten their identities and their dignity. Before death, everything else was meaningless. Once a person died, nothing mattered anymore—pirate or Marine, survival came first. Only the three Admirals, Sengoku, Garp, and the Five Elders remained without fleeing. They were the leaders of the World Government and the leaders of Marine Headquarters. Even if they had to die, they could not run. If they truly fled, then everything would be over.

In the sky, dozens of enormous meteors fell with piercing whistles. They soon entered the planet's trajectory and hurtled toward Marineford. No one moved. They simply watched the scene in silence. Sengoku, the three Admirals, even the Five Elders—all of them had given up resisting. With dozens of meteors, even if they exhausted every ounce of strength, they could at most stop ten. Yet there were at least thirty of them. The number they could stop was not even a third