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

Shanks' declaration caused the faces of the four Elders to darken simultaneously.

Pittor Saint folded his wings in mid-air, a sinister glint in his bird eyes: "Redhead, are you going to interfere?"

Shanks did not look up at Piet Saint in mid-air.

He continued walking forward, reaching the center of the battlefield, and stood between Roy and the four Elders.

Roy, carrying Shusui, watched Shanks' retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Shanks looked around, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged Marineford.

The gaze swept over the corpses lying haphazardly on the ice, over the still-burning wreckage of the warship, and finally landed on the four Elders.

"What's the point of continuing to fight?"

Shanks' voice was calm, but every word carried an undeniable weight.

"The Whitebeard Pirates have already withdrawn."

The strategic objectives of Beehive Island have also been achieved.

Continuing the fight will only increase casualties.

He paused, then pulled out a piece of intelligence from his pocket and casually tossed it to Piet Saint.

"Kaido is already assembling his fleet."

The light, airy intelligence flew through the air and landed in Piet Saint's bird claws.

Piet Saint glanced down, his expression turning even more grim.

"Will you choose to expend your strength on Beehive Island, or will you choose to prevent Kaido from taking advantage of the situation?"

Piet Saint clutched the intelligence tightly, offering no reply.

Meanwhile, the duel between Sengoku and Whitebeard was also briefly paused due to Shanks' arrival.

The giant Buddha statue, which originated during the Warring States period, is now in a dilapidated state, with cracks covering its golden body.

Whitebeard wasn't in much better shape; the wound on his chest reopened, and blood flowed down his abdomen, but he still gripped the naginata firmly in his hand.

Sengoku looked at Shanks, the fighting spirit in his eyes fading slightly, replaced by a complex emotion that even he himself couldn't quite explain.

Whitebeard then laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Gurara la la!"

"The red-haired brat is here too?"

Is today a grand reunion of the old days?

No one knew whether the white-bearded man was happy or sad.

Roy stood in mid-air, watching Shanks' back, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the hilt of the Shusui sword.

Shanks' appearance was indeed unexpected, but upon closer reflection, it made perfect sense.

Given Shanks' personality, he wouldn't stand idly by while the Navy and Whitebeard were both severely weakened, nor would he allow Beehive Island to become the sole superpower.

But the current situation is that the Whitebeard Pirates have safely evacuated.

Navy casualties have exceeded his expected targets.

The lieutenant generals were mostly killed or wounded, one of the Five Elders died, two of the Knights of God were killed by Roy, and then they were crippled by Barrett, so they will probably need to be replenished.

Satan Saint, an old monster who had lived for eight hundred years, had his head cut off by his own hands.

The strategic objectives have been exceeded. Continuing the fight is truly pointless.

Moreover, Shanks's statement just now was very tactful—"The strategic objectives of Beehive Island have also been achieved."

This was both giving Roy a way out and implying that Roy should stop.

Roy quickly calculated the gains and losses in his mind.

Keep fighting. Although the four elders are temporarily suppressed, who knows what other trump cards they have up their sleeves?

There are still three admirals left. Sengoku is injured but can still fight, and Garp is only locked in a tug-of-war with Burgess and Kuma, far from reaching his limit.

Although the cadres on Beehive Island had the upper hand, many of them were also injured.

If we continue fighting, even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.

More importantly, Whitebeard's resolute performance on the battlefield just now had already explained everything; the old man was prepared to die here.

If Whitebeard dies in Marineford, his territory will surely fall apart.

Rather than fighting to the death here, it's better to take the initiative and incorporate the remaining forces of the Whitebeard.

A slight smile appeared on Roy's lips.

"All personnel, listen to my command!"

His voice resounded simultaneously in the minds of all members of Beehive Island through telekinesis.

"Objective achieved, prepare for return flight."

Barrett was engrossed in his fight with Vocuri when he heard the order. He paused for a moment, forced Vocuri back with a punch, and then turned to Roy and roared:

"Return to base? I haven't had enough yet!"

"We'll fight later." Roy's voice left no room for argument.

Barrett gritted his teeth, glanced at the giant wild boar in front of him again, snorted, and retracted his tiger claws.

Volcholl did not pursue them—he was more than happy for Barrett to give up.

The duel between Hawkeye and Nassou Sei came to an abrupt end.

Hawkeye was the first to sheathe his sword and take a step back.

Nasujiro Seiya put away the Kitetsu. The jaw of the horse bone skull opened and closed slightly, as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it did not speak.

The members of Beehive Island broke away from the navy and retreated in an orderly fashion, like a tide.

Crocodile transformed into a sandstorm and retreated from in front of Aokiji, who did not pursue him—he knew Crocodile was only there to buy time.

Moria's shadow withdrew from the naval formation and returned to the flank of the Beehive Island forces.

Hancock put away the petrifying arrows, glancing back at Roy as she turned.

Jinbe, Cyrus, Baal, Kazami, and Lucci also broke away from the battle and gathered in the direction of the Ark Maxim.

Only the white-bearded man remained motionless in the arena.

He was still standing in the center of the battlefield, his naginata beside him, watching the people of Beehive Island retreat one by one, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

Roy took one last look at Whitebeard before retreating.

He wanted to use telepathy to send a message to Whitebeard, asking him to come along.

But when he saw the white-bearded man's eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

There was no will to live in those eyes.

Only calmness, only composure, only a sense of relief after making the final choice.

Roy withdrew his gaze and fixed it on Shanks.

Their eyes met, and they stared at each other for a brief few seconds.

Neither of them spoke, nor did they nod, but they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

Roy turned around, his figure vanished from the spot, and the next second he appeared on the deck of the Ark's Proverb.

Barrett, Hawkeye, Kuma, Crocodile, and others have all boarded the ship.

Barrett squatted on the ship's railing, clenching his fists with a disgruntled expression.

Tesoro leaned against the mast, golden arcs of electricity still crackling around him.

Yamato supported Savi, whose chest was wrapped in bandages, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Boss, that old man with the white beard..." Yamato hesitated, then stopped.

"I know," Roy interrupted her.

He stood at the bow of the ship, took one last look at the lone figure standing in Marineford Square, then turned away and never looked back.

The four Elders stood on the ice, watching the members of Beehive Island retreat one by one, and none of them spoke up to stop them.

Saint Pitt's bird wings slowly folded, Saint Vochuli returned to human form, Saint Mas emerged from the ice, and Saint Nassuro put away the Onikiri.

Their eyes burned with anger, but even more so with a fear they themselves were unwilling to acknowledge.

The Five Elders personally took action, bringing the Knights of God with them. As a result, Saint Satan was beheaded, the Knights of God were nearly halved, and the Marine Headquarters was reduced to ruins.

The people from Beehive Island just swaggered away.