Garp said nothing. He merely drew a breath, his aura surging as his skin began to turn red.
Just then, all the vice admirals arrived, one after another.
Before they could figure out what was happening, the energy overhead had already reached its peak.
A blue pillar of light poured down.
If they let that pillar strike, all of Marine Headquarters, including the residential district behind it, would be destroyed.
That meant a hundred thousand Marines, and even more of their family members!
"Damn it, it's even stronger than we thought!"
Sengoku gave it everything he had, expanding into a golden Buddha Form ten meters tall.
An unprecedented shock wave surged up to meet it head-on.
Following behind were Akainu's Maximum Round: Meteor Volcano, Aokiji's iceberg, Kizaru's light cannon, Garp's iron fist, and the vice admirals' attacks, which were barely better than nothing.
"Damn it, we have to stop it!"
Half an hour later, Sengoku and the others fell helplessly from the sky.
Only just before they hit the ground did Sengoku and the others manage to react.
The five who had borne the brunt of the attack were utterly spent, their skin black and red.
Of the twenty vice admirals who had fought, two were dead, and the rest were unconscious with severe injuries.
Sengoku drew a deep breath, feeling the pain in his lungs, then shakily stood up.
Looking at Marine Headquarters, now half its former height, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"At least most people are all right."
Garp grimaced.
They, too, had put their lives on the line to block that entire wave of energy.
"What the hell was that just now?"
Akainu kept his head lowered.
At this point, only a scrap of clothing remained over his crotch.
At his words, Sengoku