Amidst the chaotic battlefield, the sounds of killing, shouting, panting, and clashing weapons intertwined into a cacophony.
Yet, at this moment, all sounds seemed to be drowned out by that bizarre scene.
Jin'an's gaze was like a knife as he stared at Izon Balon V. Nasujuro Saint on the ground, a deep coldness flashing in his eyes.
The severed head on the ground was actually gradually recovering, the broken neck bones and flesh wriggling strangely, as if drawn together by some force, recombining.
In an instant, Izon Balon V. Nasujuro Saint's head was once again perfectly connected to his body, as if the scene of being beheaded earlier was just an absurd illusion.
Jin'an narrowed his eyes, his stern face showing no wavering, only muttering to himself, "As expected, it's not that easy..."
He gripped the knife in his hand, a heavy sense of oppression rising in his heart.
That strike just now had been with all his strength, without reservation, and he had originally thought it would be enough to end the opponent, but he didn't expect it to be in vain.
As expected, these so-called Five Elders were not beings that could be measured by common sense; their 'immortality' was far beyond imagination.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and the guards and marines watching this scene had faces filled with disbelief.
When Izon Balon V. Nasujuro Saint's head had just landed, the battlefield still echoed with suppressed silence, the marines and Holy Land guards holding their breaths, as if time had stopped at that moment.
However, when they witnessed the broken neck bones and flesh slowly wriggling, reorganizing, and finally reattaching the severed head, the battlefield erupted.
"This... how is this possible?"
A marine lieutenant stared blankly, the spear tightly gripped in his hand trembling slightly.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and he shook his head in disbelief, as if hoping that what he was seeing was some kind of illusion.
However, the scene of flesh regenerating made it impossible for him to deny the reality before his eyes; the complete subversion of the laws of life and death almost drove him to collapse.
Several guards were so horrified that they couldn't believe their eyes, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.
They had previously held the Five Elders in awe, a reverence mixed with an unattainable worship, but now, this 'miraculous' resurrection made them feel a deeper fear—these people had transcended the realm of humanity and become some kind of invincible existence.
One of the guards whimpered softly, his legs giving way, and he knelt on the ground, a sense of powerlessness making him tremble all over, his eyes filled with despair.
"Even decapitation can't kill them? Are they even human?"
A marine officer exclaimed, his voice full of panic. His face was pale, and his body retreated slightly, as if Jin'an's deadly strike had also severed the last trace of faith in his heart.
He couldn't imagine how they could contend with the opponent if even such a powerful strike couldn't end them.
However, Kuzan and Shanks' gazes were unusually firm. Although there was shock in their eyes, there was more anger and determination.
Kuzan clenched his fists, and a cold aura spread unconsciously. He gritted his teeth and stared coldly at Izon Balon V. Nasujuro Saint's 'resurrection', a more intense anger rising in his heart.
His voice was muffled and low: "Is this the so-called 'immortality'? It's utterly absurd."
He knew that this was not true immortality, but a blasphemous ability that the World Government used to maintain its authority, a forbidden art.
Shanks was even more direct, his hand already on the hilt of his sword, a hint of fighting intent and contempt in his eyes: "If that's the case, then I'll just keep cutting him down. I want to see how many times he can 'revive'."
Especially those guards who held the Five Elders in awe, they had long known that the Five Elders were powerful, but such a bizarre 'rebirth' ability still frightened them, as if they had witnessed an inexplicable miracle.
Some people subconsciously retreated, fear once again eroding their minds.
"You think you can kill us with just brute force?"
Izon Balon V. Nasujuro Saint slowly straightened his body, lightly brushing the dust off his robe, as if the heavy blow just now was just an insignificant accident.
The indifference in his eyes deepened, looking at Jin'an with a hint of disdain, as if Jin'an's previous efforts were just a child's meaningless struggle.
He said indifferently: "You are just a mortal. How could you understand beings like us?"
The other Five Elders standing behind him had indifferent expressions. Indeed, this was all within their expectations.
They exchanged glances, a subtle understanding and coldness flashing in their eyes.
Obviously, this 'resurrection' scene was not the first time it had happened; they had long been accustomed to it.
"Jin'an, you should have realized earlier that any challenge to the World Government will ultimately be futile," Jaygarcia Saturn Saint said coldly, his voice striking everyone's eardrums like cold metal.
Jin'an did not answer, only the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile.
His gaze swept back and forth between the Five Elders, the coldness seeming to condense into substance, directly approaching the depths of their hearts: "Immortality? It's just a lingering existence. I want to see how many times you can 'revive'."
As the words fell, Jin'an suddenly stepped forward, his aura suddenly rising, that overbearing and suffocating aura once again sweeping the entire battlefield.
His steps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to heavily tread on the guards' hearts, completely crushing their already fragile beliefs.
And the marines, at this moment, were reinvigorated again, re-gathering behind Jin'an, their eyes carrying the fire of hope that had been rekindled.
Although the Five Elders did not show any fear, the coldness in their eyes was clearly deeper.
Perhaps because of Jin'an's tenacity, or perhaps because his calm attitude exceeded their expectations.
"What an obstinate fellow..." Topman Warcury Saint whispered, his voice revealing a faint trace of anger and disgust.
The atmosphere on the battlefield tightened again, as if a more violent storm could erupt at any time.
Jin'an gripped the knife in his hand, his gaze like a torch, fearlessly facing the Five Elders who symbolized the highest power in the world.
Although he knew in his heart that this battle would not be easy, the indomitable fighting spirit and cold killing intent were burning fiercely in his chest like a raging fire.
He knew that this was not just a battle, but a shackle that must be broken—to break the unshakable authority of the World Government, and even more for the uncompromising justice in his own heart.
The Five Elders' reactions were completely different.
Faced with Izon Balon V. Nasujuro Saint's 'rebirth', they just watched coldly, with no surprise on their faces.
This scene was just normal for them, and not even a ripple appeared in their eyes.
Topman Warcury Saint glanced at the shocked marines and guards not far away, his eyes full of disdain and indifference.
"These mortals are just frogs in a well, how can they understand beings like us?" He snorted coldly, his voice filled with a strong contempt.
The other Five Elders also showed sneers one after another. They were not in a hurry to take action again, but seemed to deliberately delay time, enjoying the struggles of these so-called righteous people in despair.
Jaygarcia Saturn Saint slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the field like a blade, his voice cold: "Jin'an, you think a single knife can change anything? You are just reveling in your own conceit."
However, Jin'an's gaze was still cold, even more sharp than before.
He stood quietly in place, as if he hadn't noticed the surrounding noise and shock.
His eyes were fixed on Izon Balon V. Nasujuro Saint's restored body, his face without a trace of fluctuation, only a deeper sternness.
He knew in his heart that he was facing not just a few powerful opponents, but the abyss behind the entire human order.
No matter what abilities they possessed, no matter how terrifying these legends of 'immortality' were, he had to break this false myth.
Jin'an slowly raised the knife, the blade still stained with the blood of the previous strike, his voice cold and firm: "You self-proclaimed gods are just lingering monsters."
His words were sonorous and powerful, like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's hearts.
On the battlefield, the marines and guards who had been terrified just now, upon hearing Jin'an's fearless voice, seemed to have a spark of hope ignited in their hearts.
Although the opponent in front of them was strange and powerful, Jin'an's unwavering aura and stern determination seemed to have allowed them to regain the courage to face despair.
The emotions of shock and panic gradually subsided, replaced by a firm belief: as long as Jin'an was still fighting, they would not give up easily.
