The Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power gathered around the blade, and much of the surrounding white light faded, allowing them to vaguely make out Whitebeard's towering, majestic figure.
His cape fluttered, his legs bent slightly, and he wielded Murakumogiri, shaped like a guandao, as he slashed horizontally through the air.
Though they could not see clearly, Marco and the others knew that Pops was launching the final attack of his life.
From Marco and the others' perspective, all they could see was Whitebeard's back.
"Marco, take good care of everyone!" Whitebeard's voice gradually blurred along with his figure in the light.
Though his voice was faint, Marco and the others heard Whitebeard's words clearly. Once the light faded, the world became clear again.
In the end, Whitebeard still could not hold back!
The scene before them gradually came into focus.
Everyone looked in Whitebeard's direction.
The Supreme Grade Sword Murakumogiri in his hand had broken into two pieces, while Whitebeard stood there upright, refusing to fall.
"Pops?" Vitas called softly, but no one answered.
Whitebeard simply stood there.
Seeing this, Marco immediately transformed into Phoenix and flew before Whitebeard. Yet when he saw Whitebeard from the front, tears began to stream down his face.
Whitebeard had been struck in the chest by a sword. Blood dripped continuously, and there was a massive hole in his chest. Even his heart was gone!
"Pops!"
Vitas and the others ran over as well, and their sobs echoed across the battered island.
"Pops!!!"
At that moment, a gentle wind blew through Whitebeard's chest, making a mournful whistling sound, as if responding to Marco and the others.
"I'm here!"
Whitebeard's death marked the end of an era. The previous era had completely come to an end. Roger had been executed, Golden Lion had been crippled, Red