War Flames Raged

The war on the sea still raged. Amid the rolling waves, fleets from every side were locked in fierce clashes with the World Government. Smoke filled the air above the sea as the waves churned violently.

Apart from the fleet led by Whitebeard, every other fleet fought without rest, as if they were battling the heavens, the earth, and fate itself.

On the deck of a massive warship, Neo Marine soldiers stood in orderly formations. Each wore a grim mask, their eyes filled with resolve and worry.

The commanders stared intently at the turbulent waters ahead, their heartbeats intertwining with the roar of the ship's engines into an urgent song of war.

They understood that although their forces were weak, as long as they stood united, they might be able to tear apart the enemy's iron hooves upon this vast sea.

In the distance, Whitebeard's fleet swept across the sea like an unstoppable tiger.

Their warships cut through the waves with ease, their flags snapping wildly in the gale as the thunder of cannon fire shook heaven and earth.

Whitebeard's signature bold laughter echoed through the sea breeze.

"Gurarararara!"

"Onward to the next battlefield!!"

He swung his massive blade, shouting to raise morale while cutting down the incoming World Government fleet across the sea.

His eyes were filled with wild abandon, as though every cannonball were playing a victory anthem for him.

Meanwhile, the remaining fleets continued their struggle against the World Government's iron hooves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions from cannon fire continuously rang out across sea and sky. Massive naval guns roared, and dense barrages fell like a baptism of death, tearing apart the enemy's lines again and again.

On the bridge, the commanders frowned deeply, their expressions grave. Their hearts were filled with anxiety and responsibility—this was