Hot winds swept over Bagran Island. The once-peaceful island was now unrecognizable, devastated from end to end.
Under the searing heat, the ground had turned pitch-black, and patches of scorching red magma had even appeared across its surface.
The pirates who had once packed the island had thinned out considerably.
"Thirty thousand, or forty thousand?"
"Just how many people died in that man's attacks?"
"Only two strikes. That's terrifying!"
"Sending us back in would be sending us to our deaths!"
Around the outskirts of the island's center, the remaining pirates trembled all over, crying out in fear.
They stared at the figure standing quietly at the very center, feeling as though their hearts would leap out of their chests.
He wasn't giving off any powerful aura at that moment, yet he still sent a chill through everyone's heart.
Powerful, brutal, merciless, cold.
He killed without hesitation or a wasted motion. He was like a king looking down from on high, or a demon who toyed with lives.
Whoooosh!
Hot winds swept over Bagran Island, twisting the smoke before scattering it.
Without the clamor, the island was utterly quiet.
River stood there. The battle seemed to have stopped at that moment, with no one charging forward to attack him anymore.
Time slowly passed without a sound.
Click!
Suddenly, a footstep rang out, drawing everyone's attention. They all turned to look.
A towering figure was walking toward River, a large sword slung horizontally across the back of his waist. He stood a little over three meters tall, with long purple hair and simple armor.
"It's Cracker!"
"They're finally making their move? The backbone of both pirate crews-the officers."
"He's Charlotte Cracker, Big Mom's tenth son. He's incredibly strong!"
The pirates' eyes widened, and excitement rose.
The true powerhouses were making their move,