Amid the chaotic battlefield, the fleet had been completely stalled at sea by Fujitora's harassment.
In this world where strength reigned supreme, the strong truly could influence the entire course of a battle.
Although Fujitora's damage to such a massive fleet was hardly significant, and many pirates who fell into the sea had been rescued, the fleet's speed had inevitably slowed.
"We can't keep this up. We need to return to Cake Island quickly." Mondol frowned deeply. "If the Navy's main force arrives, fighting them at sea won't be good for us."
Moreover, there were too many top-tier fighters on their side who could fly. If they kept destroying ships when the time came, it would be extremely disadvantageous for them.
With that in mind, Mondol stood atop his book, hovering in the air as he shouted, "All fleets, disperse! Return to Cake Island at all costs!"
"Also, Brother Perospero, Sister Smoothie, you must hold Fujitora back! Don't let him pick us off one by one!"
Without a doubt, that order carried a cruel implication. Even if it meant sacrificing part of their forces, they had to prevent Fujitora from achieving his goal.
But it had to be said that it effectively disrupted Fujitora's plan to intercept and delay them.
After all, Fujitora was only one man. Faced with such an enormous fleet splitting up and advancing by different routes, he could no longer block the vanguard with a single wide-area attack and force the ships behind them to stop as before.
But if Smoothie and Perospero could not hold Fujitora back, then these scattered fleets would simply be thrown away for nothing.
High in the sky, Dawn was engaged in an intense battle with Charlotte Linlin, whose blood-filled mouth hung wide open as stomach acid continuously dripped from it.