"Old man, how dare you!" Akainu roared.
But Akainu's anger had no effect on Zephyr whatsoever. At this point, remaining on the battlefield would only make him a burden. Although Ryan's strike had not killed him, it had severely wounded him.
His injuries from yesterday had not even fully healed, and now he had suffered fresh wounds on top of them. How much of his combat strength could he still retain?
Facing two man-eating tigers like Ryan and Fujitora, he had only one path: death. But Zephyr and Aokiji clearly would not stand by and watch him be killed.
Strike where they had to defend. If Ryan and the others seized this opportunity, the Marines would be placed at a tremendous disadvantage, and even the balance of the entire war could tilt because of it.
So Zephyr simply did not care what Akainu thought.
Outside.
Everyone had long since become ants on a hot pan, especially the Whitebeard Pirates. Their side's strength inside was at an overwhelming disadvantage.
"Look, someone else is coming out!"
"Who is it?"
When Akainu emerged from the dust, he immediately drew everyone's attention.
"One of ours, or a Marine?" Marco stared at the figure in the air while using Blue Flames to heal his injuries.
Once he saw who it was, Marco let out a sigh of relief.
"Akainu!"
The thought of the murderer who had killed Jozu made killing intent surge from Marco's body.
Although Whitebeard's crew was one big family, they still had their own smaller circles among them.
Back then, he and Jozu had joined the Whitebeard Pirates one after the other. Marco was gentle, while Jozu was thoughtful and meticulous. The two had gotten along extremely well and were naturally close. Otherwise, Marco would not have gone to Water 7 in