Jin's figure reappeared in the sky not far away. He stood on a floating cloud, cold sweat streaming down, his eyes fixed on the spot where the beam of light had struck.
His breathing was rapid, his heart still pounding violently. In that moment, he felt so close to death.
"Celestial King, Uranus..."
Jin murmured to himself, his heart heavy.
He knew Imu's strength was extraordinary, but he didn't expect the other party to attack at this moment, and with such swiftness and ferocity.
In the sky, the afterglow of the light pillar had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with a scorching heat.
The rubble on the ground was blown up by the shock wave, and flames raged in the ruins, plunging all of Mary Geoise into a sea of fire.
Jin's gaze turned cold. He knew that this battle was far from over.
Imu's power made him feel unprecedented pressure, but this further stimulated the fighting spirit deep within him.
"It seems that today's 'good show' is coming to an end."
Jin said in a low voice, with a hint of coldness and determination.
Then, he disappeared from the spot in a flash.
Just then, another figure appeared in the sky. Imu's figure slowly emerged, standing in the air, overlooking Jin below.
Their eyes met in the air, as if engaged in a silent duel.
"Boy, do you think you can escape?"
Imu's voice came coldly, with endless majesty and killing intent.
Jin did not answer. He knew that the situation would be even more difficult next, but he was prepared.
"Come on, let me see what you're capable of."
Jin said coldly, his whole body seemed to turn into a blurred shadow, and he fled into the distance.
......
At the port of Mary Geoise, the people who were rushing to support were all shocked by the earth-shattering sword light just now.
They stood there, their eyes dull, as if their souls had been drawn away, completely motionless.
The air was filled with a heavy smell of dust, and the surrounding flames were burning, reflecting the complex expressions on their faces.
A young Marine soldier, the weapon in his hand had already drooped weakly.
His face was pale, his eyes wide open, his throat was dry, and even the act of swallowing saliva seemed difficult.
The scene of that sword light streaking across the sky kept replaying in his mind, as if it were a nightmare that could never be forgotten.
"This... what kind of power is this..."
He murmured to himself, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.
On the other side, an older general clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
His face was covered with sweat, and he seemed to be in deep shock.
The sword light just now not only destroyed Pangaea Castle, but also almost destroyed the belief in his heart.
He had never seen such terrifying power. This absolute destructive power made him feel unprecedentedly powerless.
"Unimaginable... is this something humans can do..."
He said in a low voice, with disbelief and deep helplessness.
The surrounding soldiers looked at each other, their eyes full of horror and confusion.
They didn't know how to deal with this situation, and only deep helplessness remained in their hearts.
The sword light just now seemed to cut off all their courage and fighting spirit, plunging them into endless fear.
A young female warrior tightly gripped her spear, her hands trembling slightly with nervousness.
A trace of determination flashed in her eyes, but more of it was helplessness and fear.
She knew that she had no chance of winning against such an enemy.
"What... what else can we do..."
She asked herself in a low voice, with endless confusion.
A long time later, the crowd gradually recovered from the shock.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
Although their hearts were still full of fear and powerlessness, their sense of responsibility and mission as warriors forced them to cheer up.
"We must go to support..."
Despite the fear and helplessness in their hearts, they knew they couldn't back down.
No matter how difficult it was, they had to stand up and move forward.
This was their responsibility as warriors.
As the crowd gradually recovered, they regrouped and moved quickly towards the Five Elders.
Although there was still a trace of hesitation in their steps, a new determination ignited in their eyes.
The air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder, and flames were raging in the ruins, but in their hearts, a new hope and determination gradually rose.
Although the road ahead was still full of unknowns and dangers, they knew they could not back down.
......
In the ruins of Pangaea Castle, the Five Elders and the God's Knights had joined together.
Destroyed buildings and burning debris were everywhere, and the once glorious castle was now a mess.
The air was filled with the heavy smell of gunpowder, underfoot were broken stone bricks and twisted steel, and the firelight flickered in the ruins, making their faces look gloomy and terrifying.
Jaygarcia Saturn took the lead in breaking the silence. He clenched his fists, and his eyes burned with the fire of anger.
"This is an intolerable insult!"
His voice was low, with suppressed anger, as if he was about to explode at any moment.
Next to him, the leader of the God's Knights, Figarland Garling's face was livid, his eyes fixed on the ruins in front of him, his eyes full of killing intent.
"That bastard who dares to provoke us must pay the price."
His voice was cold and full of killing intent, and his fists creaked.
Another of the Five Elders, Ethanbaron V. Nasujuro, frowned, his eyes flashing with thoughtful light.
He looked around, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.
"We must figure out how all this happened."
His voice was calm, but more than that, it was suppressed anger.
"What is his purpose?"
Joseph Carlo Mars said in a low voice, a flash of cold light in his eyes.
"This is not only a provocation to our strength, but also a provocation to the entire World Government!"
Another member of the God's Knights, Roland Da Noyer, had a gloomy face, his hands tightly gripping his weapon, his eyes full of killing intent.
"We can't let him continue to roam free."
His voice was low and firm, like an enraged beast.
Just then, Figarland Garling's Kenbunshoku Haki suddenly sensed a familiar aura. He suddenly raised his head, a trace of vigilance flashing in his eyes.
"Imu-sama has been alarmed!"
He shouted in a low voice, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.
The Five Elders and other members of the God's Knights also reacted quickly. Their figures disappeared into the air, chasing in that direction.
Anger and killing intent burned in their hearts, and everyone's face was covered with firmness and determination.
But deep in their hearts, there was more fear, fear of Imu.
They knew that this was not just to save face, but also to maintain the dignity of the World Government.
No matter who the opponent was, in order to save their own lives, they would tear that person to pieces.
The gunpowder and firelight in the air seemed to be responding to the anger in their hearts.
With the sound of footsteps and whispers, the atmosphere in the ruins became more and more tense and dignified.
In everyone's eyes, there was a flash of determination and killing intent. They knew that the next battle would be extremely cruel.
In their hearts, anger had been brewing into an unstoppable force, ready to erupt at any time.
In order to maintain their dignity and faith, they were willing to pay any price.
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