"To think the Nether Race's hidden move was only this much…"
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro's lips curved into a cold smile as he murmured in a chilling voice.
The sudden appearance of a Nether Race warrior invading Impel Down had indeed shocked them.
But at the sa ti, it also allowed them to relax slightly.
Previously, they had worried that many powerful Nether Race figures might still be hiding in the shadows.
Now it seed—
There was only one Nether Race general.
And with Sengoku already heading toward Impel Down, along with two Admiral-level agents from CP0—
The Nether Race had absolutely no chance of turning the situation around!
"Yes, Five Elders!"
Inside the Level One office of Impel Down, Magellan's expression stiffened. After responding, he walked out unwillingly, heading toward the elevator that led to the surface.
Although he hated the Nether Race general rampaging through Impel Down with all his heart, he did not dare disobey the Five Elders' order.
As long as they sealed off the outside of Impel Down, that Nether Race general would have no way to escape.
The final result would only be a matter of sooner or later.
"We overestimated the Nether Race…"
Inside the highest eting room of the World Governnt, Saint Marcus Mars's lips curled with cold amusent.
"Perhaps not only have the Nether Race generals failed to recover their full strength… even the number of awakened Nether Race warriors may be small!"
"The Thirteen Great Generals of the Nether Race… perhaps only these four before us have awakened so far!"
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter stood up, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes as he made a bold guess.
There was no denying that this race had been one of the great powers of four thousand years ago.
At their peak, their strength was absolutely not sothing the World Governnt could shake.
But if the current Nether Race was rely a crippled remnant, with its generals incomplete and its warriors still sleeping…
Then with the strength of the World Governnt—
They might be able to suppress them!
They might even erase this ancient powerful race from history completely!
And then—
They would inherit everything the Nether Race possessed, causing their own strength to rise explosively.
As this thought surfaced in the eyes of the Five Elders, excitent filled each of their hearts.
"The Nether Race was one of the great races of four thousand years ago… yet it has fallen to such a state, its strength severely damaged."
"Then what about the other races from four thousand years ago?"
"Those forces that have never appeared on the seas may not be hiding because they do not wish to reveal themselves…"
"But because their current strength has also not recovered much!"
"Perhaps even the once-invincible Divine Race from four thousand years ago may not be stronger than the current Nether Race!"
"Maybe this is not a crisis for us at all…"
"But a trendous opportunity!"
Saint Topman Warcury suddenly stood up.
The ambition in his heart surged rapidly, the burning light in his eyes undisguised.
Since the Nether Race had only awakened four incomplete generals so far—
Why couldn't the other races be the sa?
In other words—
The massive crisis they had imagined might not be as grave as they thought!
Perhaps in the eyes of the Divine Race, Nether Race, Sun-Chasing Giants Race, and the other ancient races at their peak, the World Governnt was truly insignificant.
But now—
In this era, when the many races possessed less than a tenth of their forr strength…
The World Governnt was undoubtedly the existence holding the absolute advantage!
"If we begin with the Nether Race… and devour the powerful races of four thousand years ago one by one…"
"Just how terrifying would our World Governnt beco?"
Within the eting room, an atmosphere called ambition spread silently.
This—
Was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity!
—
"teor Volcano!"
"Ice Age!"
"Yasakani no Magatama!"
Golden light erupted. Cold energy surged. Magma roared.
Three ultimate elental powers unleashed violent fluctuations, crashing forward like a storm.
The three forces connected into one, their overwhelming might seeming capable of destroying the entire world.
Rolling thunder exploded beside the ears.
Snow drifted.
Magma surged.
Golden radiance blazed.
Outside Impel Down, as the battle fully erupted, the area had been completely transford by these three energies.
Even the clouds far above the sky churned violently.
Although Akainu, Kizaru, and Aokiji were no match for Garp in terms of pure strength—
When it ca to destructive range and battlefield scale, Logia users were absolutely the strongest.
Even if they were one level lower, the intensity of the three Admirals' battle was still several tis greater than Garp's.
Standing at the center of the endless frozen hell, Hanfeng Linlin watched the three ultimate elental powers reflected in his eyes beneath his black robe.
His expression did not change.
But his gaze had grown incomparably solemn.
Even in his Breaking the Limit state, he had still not reached the level of the Four Emperors.
Against two Admirals, he could only stall for a short ti.
And now—
With all three Admirals attacking together—
He had no choice but to go all out.
His eyes slowly closed.
His arms spread open.
Endless cold winds raged across the frozen world.
Behind Hanfeng Linlin, countless streams of freezing power began to gather.
The bone-chilling cold caused space itself to twist and shatter.
"Buzz—buzz—buzz…"
His eyes snapped open.
The freezing aura erupted violently, spreading outward in wave after wave.
With his arms open, Hanfeng Linlin's body gradually beca illusory.
Even his voice seed to co from every direction at once.
"Breaking the Limit Cold Blade…"
"Boundless Realm!"
The ethereal voice fell.
Within the entire frozen hell, Hanfeng Linlin's figure vanished completely.
Only gusts of cold wind remained.
"Rumble—!"
Photon explosions erupted.
Kizaru's Yasakani no Magatama reached the place where Hanfeng Linlin had been standing first.
Violent photon energy descended in a dense storm, its explosions joining together until they covered the entire sky.
At the center of the photon blasts, endless cold energy retreated, constantly dissipating and reforming.
"Whoosh—!"
The ice hell shattered.
Boundless cold energy surged toward Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru from all directions.
Though the cold seed fragile enough to shatter at a touch—
Akainu and the others sensed a fatal threat hidden within it.
"Hiding inside it, are you?"
With a cold sneer, Akainu shifted his will.
The firestorm filling the sky changed direction as scorching heat spread outward.
Magma fists descended like teors, smashing endlessly into the frozen tide and tearing the cold apart.
Under such dense bombardnt, the overwhelming frost rapidly dissipated.
In the end—
Only one final strand of cold remained, struggling within the scorching heat.
"So it's here?"
Aokiji's eyes flickered slightly.
He spread both hands, unleashing a violent surge of cold toward that final strand of frost torn apart by teor Volcano.
Although he and Akainu were deeply at odds, after working as Admirals for so many years, they still possessed the most basic battle coordination.
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