"Impel Down has existed for so many years. The World Governnt should have already searched every inch of it…"
"Under these circumstances, what could possibly remain in Impel Down… that would make the Nether Race go this far…?"
Yasopp rubbed his chin, his eyes filled with confusion.
Impel Down was different from Laugh Tale.
Laugh Tale was extrely mysterious, the final island of the sea. For ordinary people, even finding it was unimaginably difficult.
But Impel Down was different.
To countless people on the seas, Impel Down was indeed an extrely dangerous place. But to the Marines, to the World Governnt, it was practically their own backyard.
A place like that—
The World Governnt's control over it should have been extrely thorough.
If there truly was sothing there, the World Governnt should have discovered it long ago.
"Yasopp…"
Shanks slowly turned his head, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips as he glanced at Yasopp and said calmly,
"Four thousand years ago… and the current era… are completely different."
"Whether in strength, thods, or language…"
"Under such circumstances…"
"Whatever is hidden beneath Impel Down may require certain thods from four thousand years ago to activate."
"For people of this era, even the World Governnt does not truly understand much about the era of four thousand years ago."
"In that case… it is very possible that so major treasure from four thousand years ago was left behind."
On the deck of the Red Force, silence fell for a brief mont after Shanks finished speaking.
That was right.
Four thousand years ago and the current era were completely different.
Perhaps secrets that the races of four thousand years ago could easily open might sit before the people of this era for centuries without anyone noticing the slightest clue.
"Fortunately… the Nether Race's current strength doesn't seem that strong…"
"Only one Nether Race warrior infiltrated secretly…"
Muttering softly, Shanks' eyes flashed sharply, filled with complicated emotions—worry, relief, and more.
Even if the Nether Race was defeated by the World Governnt, and even if their people fell into the World Governnt's hands, allowing the World Governnt to research so ultimate techniques from four thousand years ago…
It was still better than the Nether Race's powerhouses nearly all awakening, and the powerful ancient races from four thousand years ago already hiding beneath the sea, watching hungrily.
At the other end of the Four Emperor territories—
Kaido let out a deep breath, and the black energy that had been swelling around him gradually cald.
Only one Nether Race warrior was hidden in the shadows?
Good.
That was good.
This Nether Race seed still far from its peak.
Since even a powerful race from four thousand years ago like the Nether Race was in such a state—
Did that an the other ancient races from that era were also damaged and incomplete, far from recovering their strength?
To him, and even to everyone on the sea—
This might be excellent news.
They still had more ti to prepare.
—
Outside Impel Down—
Ironblood Wushuang, whose aura had been surging fiercely, suddenly froze. His pupils contracted sharply.
"The Grand Marshal… has been discovered?"
"Damn it… these people!"
"Before the Grand Marshal completes his objective, I absolutely cannot let them leave this place!"
Thinking this, Ironblood Wushuang turned around, his resolute gaze sweeping over Commander CP0-7, CP0 Agent Six, and Magellan.
Three full Admiral-level combatants!
Even at his peak, Ironblood Wushuang would not have been a match for three Admirals.
And now—
To buy ti for Defying the Heavens, he had to forcefully face three Admiral-level forces!
Stomping heavily against the air, Ironblood Wushuang turned into an afterimage and shot forward at extre speed, leaving flickering traces across the void.
Advancing without retreat, he crossed both arms before his chest as an unstoppable sharpness surged around him.
"Devastating Iron Claw!"
Ferocious blades erged behind him, weaving together into a field of sharpness that left no gap, stabbing viciously toward Magellan.
"Hmph!"
"Already getting anxious, are you?"
Facing Ironblood Wushuang's fierce assault, Magellan snorted coldly. The purple venom flowing from his body suddenly changed color.
"Venom Demon!"
"Judgnt of Hell!"
With a low shout, countless streams of terrifying poison gathered before Magellan.
More and more venom condensed together, gradually forming a poisonous giant over ten ters tall, its entire body made of purple venom and mottled with scarlet toxins.
As the Venom Demon took shape, the surrounding air was continuously corroded, releasing sizzling sounds.
"Buzz—buzz—buzz…"
Sharpness burst forth.
Claw shadows like underworld wolves descended rapidly.
Dense, savage, terrifying claws condensed from razor-sharp energy tore through the void with every appearance, leaving hideous claw marks behind.
Countless claws fell.
"Pfft—pfft—!"
The unstoppable sharpness pierced through the sky, repeatedly striking the Venom Demon.
Scarlet poison mixed with purple venom splashed everywhere, its terrifying toxicity making even the air hiss.
Under the relentless sharpness, the Venom Demon was continuously torn apart, chunks of poison ripped away.
But its forward speed never slowed in the slightest.
Scarlet venom mixed with purple poison surged wildly, lunging toward Ironblood Wushuang.
If that poisonous liquid touched him, even the Nether Race battle armor on his body might not be able to withstand it.
Under the step-by-step advance of the scarlet and purple venom, the endless sharpness gradually fell into disadvantage, its montum suppressed bit by bit.
"Paracia! tal-tal Fruit!"
"Blade of Holy Judgnt!"
Just as Ironblood Wushuang was being forced back step by step by Magellan's Venom Demon, a low shout rang out.
A bone-chilling cold caused Ironblood Wushuang's hair to stand on end.
Behind him—
Commander CP0-7, dressed in a black suit and sunglasses, stepped through the air with Moonwalk, his expression cold. His right hand ford a blade and rose high above his head.
A strange energy continuously gathered before him, creating matter from nothing.
Under the power of his Devil Fruit, the originally empty void suddenly produced a massive tal sword hundreds of ters long.
The tal sword was wrapped in strands of jet-black Armant Haki, unstoppable in its descent.
"Ahhh!"
Afterimages flickered.
Behind Ironblood Wushuang, the phantom of the underworld wolf grew clearer and more solid. At the sa ti, he lowered his hands and turned into a streak of motion, rapidly shifting away.
Facing attacks from two Admiral-level combatants, he had no chance of surviving if he took them head-on.
"Zoan! Ancient Species! Quetzalcoatlus Form!"
Another low shout rang out.
CP0 Agent Six, dressed in a black suit and sunglasses, hunched slightly before suddenly roaring.
His body rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, he transford into a massive Quetzalcoatlus several ters tall.
His gloomy eyes locked onto the rapidly moving Ironblood Wushuang as his enormous steel-like wings flapped, stirring endless winds.
"Hurricane!!!"
Violent gales condensed into circles of tornadoes, forming a storm that completely sealed off Ironblood Wushuang's path of retreat.
"Damn it…"
Facing the blockade of three Admiral-level powerhouses, Ironblood Wushuang's expression turned extrely ugly.
Even Hanfeng Linlin, whose strength far surpassed his own, could not last long against three Admirals working together.
Let alone him.
Under the joint siege of three Admiral-level forces, he had little confidence in escaping.
"Devastating Iron Claw!"
Gritting his teeth, Ironblood Wushuang staked everything. Crossing both hands before his chest, he halted his retreat and advanced instead.
"Underworld Wild Dance!"
Behind him, the underworld wolf beca increasingly clear and solid. An unstoppable sharpness spread out, tearing through the sky.
Among the attacks from the three Admiral-level enemies, the only one he had briefly clashed with before was the Venom Demon.
"Screech—screech—!"
His claws dragged through the void, producing sharp sounds as they rubbed against space itself. Sparks burst through the air.
The wolf shot forward.
Ironblood Wushuang beca a cannonball, crashing straight into the poisonous Venom Demon.
His sharpness erupted fully.
His claws swung wildly, unleashing a storm of slashing attacks upon the Venom Demon, tearing the massive poisonous giant into countless fragnts.
Wrapped in dark light, Ironblood Wushuang shot out.
"Rumble—!"
Just as he left his original position—
The attacks from Commander CP0-7 and CP0 Agent Six fully descended.
The combined attacks of two Admiral-level fighters erupted together, releasing terrifying shockwaves across several thousand ters. The air was overturned, and the sea was violently stirred.
The massive tal sword plunged straight into the ocean, triggering waves of tsunamis that spread outward.
The hurricane howled. A typhoon exceeding level twenty raged wildly across the sea, sweeping up towering waterspouts.
Landing in the void over a thousand ters away, Ironblood Wushuang slowly lowered the claws protecting his front.
At this mont, he no longer had any trace of his earlier composure.
The Nether battle armor on his body hissed under the corrosion of poison. Where his blue skin was exposed, blood slowly flowed from wounds eaten away by the venom.
Wretched.
Compared to his original appearance, Ironblood Wushuang now looked incomparably miserable.
Even so—
He would not retreat a single step.
His gaze resolute, Ironblood Wushuang clenched his fists as his aura swept outward, washing away all signs of fatigue.
"Iron Fist Cannonball!"
On the other side—
Garp, a Four Emperor-level powerhouse, swung his iron fists again and again, each blow accurately locking onto Ghost Forest's figure.
Nightmare Serpents continuously ford and were shattered.
The battle had lasted only a few short minutes, yet Ghost Forest's forehead was already covered in sweat.
Although he had no visible injuries, having his nightmare power scattered again and again had already made it difficult for him to hold on.
At the end of the day, he was not much stronger than Ironblood Wushuang.
Against a Four Emperor-level fighter like Garp, whose physical strength stood at the peak of the sea, he simply could not hold out for long.
Aside from them—
Hanfeng Linlin's condition was the sa.
In fact, it was even worse.
His strength was the highest among Ghost Forest, Ironblood Wushuang, and himself, but the opponents he faced—Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru—were also the most terrifying lineup present.
Whether it was CP0 Agent Six, Commander CP0-7, or Magellan, none of them could defeat any of the three Admirals in a one-on-one fight.
And since Hanfeng Linlin's battle had started the earliest, the pressure he endured was naturally the greatest.
Under the full-powered bombardnt of the three Admirals, Hanfeng Linlin, a powerhouse who could rank among the top three of the Thirteen Great Generals of the Nether Race, was beaten back step by step.
His Ice Hell shattered again and again.
If not for the boost from Breaking the Limit, Hanfeng Linlin would have already been defeated.
As the battle gradually beca clear, the Five Elders in the highest eting room of the World Governnt finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If nothing unexpected happened…
Everything would proceed exactly as they had imagined.
Strongest Role-Playing System 5.0
Master: Gilgash
Current Role-Playing Character: Grand Marshal of the Nether Race, Defying the Heavens
Current Role-Playing Progress: 60%
Owned Role-Playing Characters: The Ancient King Gilgash; Grand Marshal of the Nether Race, Defying the Heavens
Current Character Draw Chances: 0
Current Followers: Ironblood Wushuang, Hanfeng Linlin, Ghost Forest
Current Special Energy: 233
Follower Draw Chances: 0
"After slaughtering the entire Impel Down… only 233 special energy points?"
Looking at the refreshed system panel in his mind, Defying the Heavens questioned in surprise.
One had to know—
Impel Down had existed for decades. There should have been quite a number of ability users imprisoned inside, and many among them possessed powerful abilities.
According to Defying the Heavens' estimation, the amount should not have been this low.
"Master… the number of Devil Fruit users inside Impel Down is not as high as you imagined…"
"So far, the number of Devil Fruit users you have killed is only 146."
The system's voice quickly sounded, causing Defying the Heavens to pause slightly.
Only 146 Devil Fruit users?
If there were truly only that many, then this amount was reasonable.
After all, Devil Fruits containing the lowest amount of origin power only provided one point.
From 146 Devil Fruit users, extracting 213 points of origin power was already quite good.
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