Hanfeng Linlin's icy voice made Commander CP0-7, Akainu, and countless people across the seas have their pupils shrink violently.
The Nether Race had thirteen Great Generals?
A force like this—even in a wounded state—was enough to contend with a Marine Headquarters Admiral.
And yet the Nether Race actually had thirteen of them?
If those Nether Race Great Generals, after sleeping for four thousand years and enduring that great war, could still reach this level… then at their peak, they would likely all have been Four Emperor-level existences.
Thirteen Four Emperors… perhaps even stronger.
Was this the Nether Race that had once fought against the Divine Race four thousand years ago?
No!
It wasn't just that!
Aside from the Nether Race's Thirteen Great Generals, there had to be other powerful figures within the Nether Race as well.
After all, Ironblood Wushuang had already said it—
Within the Nether Race, there existed beings who could rival, and even suppress, the Divine Race's True Zen Sage King!
Such an unimaginable existence—just the ability to grant others immortal bodies—was enough to make countless people across the seas fear it.
At the very least—
Across the entire sea, whether openly or in secret, there was not a single force capable of opposing thirteen Nether Race Generals at their peak.
In other words…
As long as the Nether Race wished it, they could easily replace any one of the great forces on the sea.
There was no need for the Divine Race.
That included even the World Governnt, which had dominated the sea for eight hundred years.
Was this just one savage corner of that great era four thousand years ago?
Just the Nether Race alone already possessed the power to overturn the present balance of the seas.
And if there were more than three races on the sa level as the Nether Race—
Then the entire sea would probably be overturned in an instant.
"As expected… they really are a race that dared to face the Divine Race four thousand years ago…"
"The strength of the Nether Race… is terrifying."
Inside the World Governnt's highest conference chamber, one of the Five Elders, Hirano Masato, wore a stunned expression, his heart shaking violently.
This Nether Race truly was terrifying.
Although only two Nether Race powerhouses at the level of Great Generals had appeared so far, behind them stood an entire race.
"Fortunately… things haven't developed beyond repair yet. There is still a chance to salvage the situation."
Ogata Kenichi nodded in agreent, his eyes filled with relief.
If they had not chosen to send Commander CP0-7 to express goodwill, and had instead stubbornly insisted on attacking the two of them—
Then even if they managed to capture Ironblood Wushuang and Hanfeng Linlin in the end—
What they would face afterward would be the Nether Race's hatred, and perhaps even mad retaliation.
As one of the Five Elders of the World Governnt, Ogata Kenichi naturally knew the true extent of the World Governnt's hidden and visible power better than anyone.
And precisely because he knew—
He felt fortunate.
With the World Governnt's current strength, they simply could not withstand the power that the Nether Race had revealed so far.
If they could gain the trust of such a powerful race and reach so sort of alliance or agreent—
Then perhaps the World Governnt could rely on the Nether Race to quickly learn the truth about four thousand years ago and make adequate preparations.
That way, even when the shock of the great era arrived, the World Governnt could still maintain its authority and power.
In the New World, within the territory of one of the Four Emperors—
The Beast Pirates.
Jack the Drought pointed incredulously at Hanfeng Linlin on the screen.
"Boss… th-this…"
"This has to be fake, right?"
"They're already strong enough to fight Admirals without being at their peak… if they were in their pri, wouldn't they be able to fight even you, Boss?"
"And thirteen Nether Race Generals… does that an this Nether Race has thirteen Four Emperor-level powerhouses?"
"How is that possible?"
"Thirteen Four Emperors… that's more than double the total number of Four Emperor-level fighters on the sea!"
Kaido's expression shifted endlessly.
He did not answer Jack.
Because even he himself could not tell whether what Hanfeng Linlin said was true or false.
If Ironblood Wushuang and Hanfeng Linlin had truly both been Four Emperor-level combatants at their peak—
Then his earlier thought of subduing the two of them and taking the Nether Race under his command would have been utterly ridiculous.
After all, the entire Beast Pirates had only one true Four Emperor-level fighter—himself.
The difference in strength was simply too great.
Under such circumstances, would he be subduing them—or delivering himself to be beaten?
He was deeply suspicious of Hanfeng Linlin's words.
If the Nether Race really had that many powerhouses, then why were only Hanfeng Linlin and Ironblood Wushuang fighting outside Impel Down?
And why had they suddenly appeared there in the first place?
For a mont—
Even Kaido, who rarely liked to think too much, could not help sinking into deep thought.
Outside Impel Down—
As Hanfeng Linlin's words fell—
The entire scene seed to freeze in an instant.
Even the sound of breathing vanished.
Only the faint sound of the wind remained.
Including the furious Akainu, everyone present had been deeply shaken by Hanfeng Linlin's words.
"There are eleven more in the Nether Race… as powerful as you, my lord?"
Only after a long while did Commander CP0-7 take a deep breath, steady himself, and finally break the silence.
"Then the Nether Race… would have been one of the supre races of four thousand years ago?"
At those words, countless people across the seas held their breath, waiting eagerly to hear more about that ancient era from Hanfeng Linlin's mouth.
Yet no one noticed—
That as Commander CP0-7 spoke, an extrely strange smile appeared on the corner of Ironblood Wushuang's mouth.
The order Defying the Heavens had given them was simple:
Delay the powerhouses outside Impel Down. Create opportunities. Buy him ti.
Ti to purge the Devil Fruit users inside Impel Down and harvest their origin power.
If they truly started fighting seriously, then with their current strength—one barely at the Admiral level, the other only slightly stronger than an Admiral—
They would not be able to stall for long before being defeated.
Telling a few lies that Defying the Heavens had already planted into them beforehand, making the World Governnt hesitate and send people to negotiate—
That was the correct way to delay things.
The mont Commander CP0-7 appeared and showed a respectful attitude, Hanfeng Linlin and Ironblood Wushuang had already understood—
Defying the Heavens's plan had succeeded.
All they needed to do now was reveal, bit by bit, so of the lies he had long since woven, distracting their minds and dividing their attention—
And slowly spread the "truth" of the sea.
Commander CP0-7 asking questions ant one thing:
Their plan was proceeding exactly as expected.
With a cold glance at Aokiji, Hanfeng Linlin said indifferently,
"Four thousand years ago, the Hundred Races flourished. There were countless powerful races…"
"Even our Nether Race… could not be considered the very strongest among them."
At his side, Ironblood Wushuang stepped forward, his expression sowhat displeased as he took over the conversation.
"Though I dislike admitting it… that is the truth."
"The Nether Race may be considered a powerful race, but compared to the truly supre races…"
"…we were far inferior."
"They were called the Hundred Races…"
"But did you really think there were only a hundred races?"
"Among them, the weaker races were countless. The stronger ones were no less nurous."
"Even the overbearing Divine Race…"
"…could not be called the one and only race standing at the peak."
"When the war against the Divine Race broke out…"
"…our Nether Race was one of the main races, but only one of the five main races!"
"On the sa level as our Nether Race…"
"…there were also the War God Race, the Sun-Chasing Giants, and the Sea Demon Race!"
As he spoke, Ironblood Wushuang swept a glance over Kizaru, Akainu, and the others, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes as he continued slowly,
"And…"
"Your human race as well!"
The instant those words fell, even Commander CP0-7 felt his heartbeat quicken violently, his pupils shrinking as he blurted out instinctively,
"The War God Race! The Sun-Chasing Giants! The Sea Demon Race! And our human race?"
Countless people across the seas were equally stunned.
From the mont Ironblood Wushuang and Hanfeng Linlin first appeared, everything in their words and actions had suggested utter contempt for humanity.
As if humans and the Nether Race were not even on the sa level.
Coupled with the Ancient King's earlier hints that humanity had lived under terrible conditions four thousand years ago, and had even nearly been exterminated—
Almost everyone had assud that humanity back then had only barely ranked among the middle tier of the sea.
Far from being a force capable of dominating the world.
But now—
They had actually heard the Nether Race Great General, Ironblood Wushuang—the sa man who had shown such disdain toward humanity from the start—acknowledge the human race!
"To be precise…"
"It was the human race under one king—the Ancient King, Gilgash!"
"And the humans led by him!"
"As for the humans of your era…"
Clicking his tongue, Ironblood Wushuang tilted his head, one claw resting against his chin as he said disdainfully,
"Ignorant and arrogant…"
"Without the Ancient King Gilgash…"
"…you are utterly unworthy of standing on the sa level as our Nether Race again!"
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