One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

"withdraw!"

Marco was the first to react; with a flap of his azure flame wings, he transformed into a streak of light.

Having broken free from the entanglement with Kizaru, they sped off towards the battlefield where Whitebeard and Akainu were fighting.

Jozu and Vista also shook off their opponents and, leading the squad captains, charged towards Whitebeard's direction without regard for anything else.

Because on the other side of the battlefield, Dad is still there.

"Old man! You're not going to make it, are you!"

With a loud bang, Akainu's fist, covered in scorching magma, slammed into the handle of the Murakumo-giri sword in Whitebeard's hand.

Even with the added force of the vibration, the Supreme Grade Sword that had accompanied Whitebeard for most of his life was still emitting mournful cries.

The immense force caused Whitebeard's feet to carve two deep furrows in the ice, and he slid for dozens of meters before barely managing to regain his balance.

"Dad!"

Marco and the others, who had just arrived, witnessed this scene and exclaimed in surprise.

Akainu didn't even glance at the captains. He stood up straight, and the lava on his right arm slowly flowed, dripping onto the ice and burning out hissing holes.

He looked at the white-bearded man, who was panting heavily and whose chest wound was getting worse, his serious face full of undisguised sarcasm and disdain.

"That's all you've got."

Akainu's voice, like the magma emanating from his body, was scorching and oppressive.

"Whether it's Roger's sons or your useless sons, none of them will escape today!"

"Damn Akainu! How dare you hurt Old Man!"

With a roar, Diamond Jozu was faster than anyone else.

His massive body instantly transformed into diamond during the charge, and the sunlight shining on him reflected a dazzling light.

He moved with a terrifying speed disproportionate to his size, like a dazzling shooting star.

It slammed hard into Akainu, who was preparing to continue his attack on Whitebeard.

"Bang—!!!"

A deafeningly loud bang.

Akainu's attention was entirely focused on Whitebeard, and he was completely unprepared for this sudden attack.

His body was sent flying by Jozu's impact, crashing through several ice walls and ruins in his path.

Finally, it crashed heavily into the wreckage of a warship.

When he got up from the pile of scrap metal, he saw that the sixteen captains of the Whitebeard Pirates had already surrounded Whitebeard, protecting him in layers.

They were all covered in wounds and panting heavily, but their eyes were like those of vicious wolves guarding their prey, fixed on him.

"Hmph, a bunch of stray dogs." Akainu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and said disdainfully.

At this moment, the thunderclouds in the sky had been completely dispelled, but there was no sign of relief on Sengoku's face.

He stood in mid-air, the huge golden Buddha body still bearing the charred marks left by lightning.

His gaze was fixed on the spaceship that was still hovering in the sky, his fingers unconsciously clenching.

Around him, the elite naval officers returned to his side, raising their heads with solemn expressions.

Kizaru dropped his nonchalant expression and put his hands in his pockets, but everyone could see the golden light flashing around his feet.

Aokiji stood on the ice, surrounded by a chilling aura, ready to strike again at any moment.

Garp stood atop the ruins, his cloak of justice fluttering in the sea breeze.

His gaze darted back and forth between his two grandsons who had escaped and the spaceship in the sky, his fists clenched tightly.

All the Shichibukai stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This is ridiculous, Roy!"

Doflamingo stood on a broken stone pillar, his fingers curling as he slowly retracted the parasitic threads that had been used to control the pirates as they fought amongst themselves.

He pushed up his sunglasses, but a rare bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew all too well that the situation was completely out of control with that man's presence there.

Vinsmoke Judge's footsteps have begun to quietly move toward the edge of the battlefield.

He possesses super-fast movement capabilities granted by his combat suit; if he runs now, he might still have time.

He still vividly remembers the overwhelming power Roy displayed during the battle for the pure gold.

That is an opponent that cannot be defeated by technology and cyborgs.

He didn't want to make the same mistake twice.

Qingjiao, the former leader of the Babao Navy, stood there with his arms crossed.

The dent in his head that Garp had flattened was a lifelong humiliation that completely shattered his spirit, causing him to cower in the West Sea.

But this does not mean he was unaware of the situation at sea.

Even he, who was far away in the Western Sea, had heard of the name of the Heavenly Emperor of Beehive Island.

He was old, but not stupid. This level of battle was beyond the reach of an old man whose head had been crippled.

The slowest one on the battlefield was probably Edward Weevil, who called himself the Second Whitebeard.

He looked at the spaceship in the sky and asked in a simple, honest way:

"Mom, what's that?"

On his shoulder, the petite Baginum Stussy gave Weevil a hard tap on the head with her withered hand.

"Idiot! Run! That's a monster even more terrifying than Whitebeard!"

Although Weebull was not very bright, he always obeyed his mother's words.

He rubbed his head, which was throbbing from the knock, and awkwardly turned around, running towards the edge of the battlefield.

His massive body shook the earth as he ran, knocking away many marines and pirates who blocked his path.

At this moment, it felt as if an invisible giant hand was gripping the heart of the Warring States period.

His worst fears came true.

Beehive Island, Roy.

The one who awakened Conqueror's Haki right in front of him in the Sabaody Archipelago.

He then gradually grew into the man who became the world government's most troublesome adversary.

Finally, at the most critical moment of this war, he revealed his ferocious fangs.

On the deck of the Ark, Roy had already laid out all the plans.

His calm eyes surveyed the smoke-filled, corpse-strewn battlefield below, finally settling on the Marine Headquarters building, a symbol of absolute justice.

With a thought, the Ark Proverb began to descend rapidly.

The massive ship pierced the clouds, and the golden lightning crackling on its hull created a deafening roar as it rubbed against the air.

On the deck, Barrett could no longer contain himself.

With a flick of his arms, the tiger stripes on his body instantly burst forth with dazzling light, and the awakened flames of the mythical beast species swirled around him, making him appear like a demon god.

With a deafening roar, he transformed into a majestic white tiger, its massive form taking up almost half the deck.

"It's finally my turn—!!!" Barrett's voice boomed like a bell, echoing through the sky.

Roy stood at the bow of the ship, his black sword, Autumn Water, already drawn.

He looked down, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy, only filled with a cold resolve.

He raised the Shusui sword in his hand, its tip pointing directly at the Navy Headquarters below.

"All personnel on Beehive Island, heed my command!"

Roy's voice, transmitted through telekinesis, resounded throughout the Ark Maxim, clear and cold, drowning out all the clamor of the battlefield below.

"Target: High-ranking naval officers. Leave no one alive."

Roy's lips curled into a cold smile as he spoke, enunciating each word clearly:

"Let justice witness the power of Beehive Island."