If You Were to Travel, Where Would You Like to Go?

A gravity field suddenly appeared, covering the entire social plaza.

Not only Sabo and the others, but even the Saint Glindon Temple guards were subjected to the gravity's pressure, their movements beginning to slow.

"Is this...?!"

The sudden turn of events caused the Saint Glindon Temple guards to consciously rein in their offensive, preventing themselves from rushing in recklessly while ensuring they could deal with any trouble from their current positions.

The moment they temporarily halted their offensive, Sabo and the others quickly gathered together and looked up into the sky.

A massive boulder hovered above the social plaza, with a middle-aged man in a purple kimono standing on top of it.

It was none other than the current Marine Admiral, Fujitora, who had summoned the gravity covering the entire social plaza.

At the same time, Marines in coats arrived at the edge of the social plaza, only a step away from the descending gravity field.

Though they held an overwhelming advantage in numbers, they still looked solemnly at Sabo and the others inside the field.

This was not the first time the Holy Land had been attacked.

But this time, they had managed to arrive before the battle ended and personally witness the invaders who had dared attack the Holy Land.

"Revolutionary Army and Maud Pirates, this time... you're finished!"

As the Marines looked at Sabo and the others, they reached their own conclusions inwardly.

The purple, rippling gravity continued pressing down on the social plaza. The invaders receiving the brunt of it had essentially become sitting ducks.

The elite Marines who had arrived first did not believe these audacious criminals could escape under such circumstances.

Above the massive boulder in the air.

The blade of Fujitora's cane sword had been drawn one-third of the way, and purple light