The powerful impact sent the snow on the island billowing into the air, forming a vast white haze.
Five minutes after Werther began attacking the factions on the island, he stopped.
Bodies already littered the island. That brief burst of slaughter had been enough to break everyone's nerve.
"We'll leave right now! Please stop attacking!"
"Hurry! Who knows when that madman will attack again?"
The overwhelming gap in strength and the corpses all around them finally brought these people to their senses.
Only then did they understand that the island's gold was never theirs to take.
"In two minutes, I'll attack again."
Werther sat on the King of the Sky's back, took out a bottle of liquor, and drank in silence.
They had lost the will to fight, so there was no point in slaughtering them any further.
They were just a rabble. If it hadn't been necessary, Werther wouldn't even have bothered fighting them.
Anyone with real ability had left earlier. Those who remained simply didn't know when to quit.
If they couldn't grasp even this much, they would die at sea sooner or later.
"Looks like everyone will be off the island soon. I'd call our cooperation a success.
"But Werther, when do you plan to go to Wano Country? Our people have been hanging around nearby for quite a while, and there's a madwoman who's very unhappy with you."
Delight showed on Tillman's face. He was clearly pleased to be getting so much gold.
"I'll head to Wano Country once this is over. Within a month at the latest. But who's this madwoman who's unhappy with me?"
Werther had already decided to go to Wano Country after the Gold War and get answers about his Master.
If Wano Country couldn't give him an answer he was satisfied