World's Death

This shocking scene was clearly reflected in the eyes of the three women watching from afar.

Stussy covered her red lips lightly with slender fingers, a strange light flickering repeatedly in her eyes as she murmured softly:

"What... astonishing power."

Beside her, Hina's clenched fist slowly relaxed, her eyes filled with shock and admiration.

As for Hancock, a faint blush had appeared on her breathtakingly beautiful face. Her azure eyes reflected that invincible figure in the sky, glimmering with an indescribable radiance.

The three people on the deck of the World Government ship that had been trying to slip away quietly were equally stunned by this sight.

Crocodile, who had been about to turn around, stopped in his tracks. Amid the smoke curling from his cigar, his gaze sharpened.

Hanafusa's narrow pupils contracted slightly, revealing a dangerous signal. Moria let out an unreadable laugh, but it lacked his usual arrogance and carried an extra trace of gravity.

Guernica abruptly lowered his telescope, his sinister gaze sweeping across the three Shichibukai on deck. He absolutely could not return empty-handed, or he would have no way to answer to those above. A mad idea took shape in his mind.

He strode onto the deck and spoke in a hoarse voice. "Change of mission!"

The three Shichibukai looked at him at the same time.

Forcing himself to remain calm, Guernica pointed at World, struggling to rise from the smoke and dust in the distance, and Adams, who was slowly landing.

"I need you to act immediately once that guy and World have decided the victor! Capture both of them!"

"Dealing with two people at the end of their rope shouldn't be a problem for three renowned figures like you, should it?"

Guernica went all in. He used the most direct and effective provocation,