Hikaru's mood brightened. Under his successive arrangements, even the subordinate fleets of the New World's renowned pirate crews had been beaten so badly they could not fight back. As long as he had a little more time, he could fight even the Four Emperors' main fleets.
The overall situation had now been decided. This battle had not even lasted two hours.
At this rate of annihilation, after dealing with the Big Mom Pirates' fleet, they would still have ample time to prepare for the Blackbeard Pirates' attack.
The Big Mom Pirates were in a miserable state. There were still plenty of surviving pirates, but they no longer had the strength to resist their opponents' attacks. Their casualties kept mounting, and many commanders aboard the ships had either died first or been severely wounded. After bombarding the enemy for so long, they had still failed to get close enough to turn the situation around with their advantage in close combat.
"Where's the Jier� Corps? Why haven't they come yet?" someone shouted in despair.
"Yeah! Where's the Jier� Corps?" Many people refused to give up on that final straw that might save them.
A commander smiled miserably. Half his body had been blasted to pieces, and he was covered in mangled flesh and blood as he slowly walked toward death, barely clinging to life. "Heh! Don't you understand yet? They were just stringing us along, giving us hope so we wouldn't give up the will to survive. If the Jier� Corps were really coming, they would have joined the battle long ago..."
The news that the Jier� Corps was returning had been nothing more than a lie to fool them?
This terrible news quickly spread everywhere. The morale aboard every ship instantly sank to rock bottom, and all the pirates fell into