"Whoosh——"
On the chaotic battlefield, an unusual surge of energy rippled from afar, as if an invisible pressure enveloped the sky above Elbaf.
"The weak, begone..."
The Seraphim, arriving from the distance, tore through all defenses with unstoppable momentum the moment they set foot on the battlefield.
The giants fought with all their might, but the speed at which they swung their giant axes couldn't keep up with the ghostly figures flitting past.
"Rumble!!"
With each attack, the Seraphim were precise and lethal, their coldness and efficiency turning the entire battlefield into a merciless slaughter.
A blinding beam of light shot from Seraphim Kuma's palm, directly blasting through a section of the giant's defensive line, sending hundreds of tons of rock flying in all directions, and dust blotted out the sky.
Seraphim Crocodile raised a hand, and stones silently surged from beneath his feet, rapidly solidifying into a storm of razor-sharp blades, devouring all life that stood in its path.
And Seraphim Mihawk wielded the dazzling energy sword in his hand, each slash seeming to tear a black rift in space.
Their movements were clean and precise, without any excess, as deadly as meticulously designed weapons.
The Five Elders stood high above, witnessing all of this, and satisfied smiles appeared on their faces.
Izanbaron V. Nusjuro lightly shook the cane in his hand, his tone tinged with amusement:
"Finally putting them to good use. Vegapunk's creations are far better than those disobedient Warlords."
Shepherd X. Piete Saint's gaze was sharp as a blade as he coldly said:
"Whether it's the giants, Whitebeard, or Jin'an, in the end, they are nothing more than sacrifices in our grand plan."
Far away, Jin'an felt this strange aura, slowly turning his head, his gaze locking onto the source of the chaos.
He watched the ruthless Seraphim slaughtering with abandon, his eyes flashing slightly, and a wave stirred in his heart.
"So, they've finally arrived."
He muttered in a low voice, as if talking to himself, his memory returning to Vegapunk's warning when he mentioned the Seraphim.
"Admiral Jin'an, these creatures are not only killing machines but also symbols of mental destruction.
They will make you question the meaning of life."
At the time, Vegapunk's tone was complex, seemingly carrying a trace of regret, but also hidden pride.
"Vegapunk, it seems your ambition has not disappointed me after all."
Jin'an whispered, but a cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
He tightly gripped his long sword in one hand, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Whitebeard noticed the change in Jin'an's gaze, swinging Murakumogiri to repel the enemy in front of him before laughing loudly:
"Gurararara, Jin'an, what are those things? They look quite troublesome!"
"Seraphim,"
Jin'an's tone was low, but carried an unquestionable authority,
"Vegapunk's research, the world's challenge to the limits of weaponry."
Whitebeard raised an eyebrow, lifting a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth:
"Man-made things? Interesting.
The world has indeed become a bit boring, it's about time there were some new toys for me to stretch my muscles."
The oppressive force of the Seraphim and the composed attitude of the Five Elders complemented each other, the entire battlefield seemingly torn into two vastly different worlds.
On one side were the giants and pirates with no room to resist, and on the other were the Five Elders with smiles of gods bearing the confidence of victory.
And Jin'an's eyes grew sharper, the blade of his sword slightly turning, pointing directly toward the Seraphim.
"Whitebeard, you go and stop the Five Elders.
Leave these 'new toys' to me."
As he spoke, his tone was as calm as stating a fact, but the aura around him suddenly soared, sweeping out like a violent storm.
Whitebeard laughed,
"Gurarara, then let's see if you can smash those pieces of scrap metal!"
He raised Murakumogiri and charged towards the high platform where the Five Elders were located without hesitation.
And Jin'an walked towards the Seraphim step by step, the noise and bloodshed on the battlefield seemingly unable to affect him at all.
His eyes were like torches, filled with absolute confidence and determination, as if he wanted to cut through this chaotic battle with a single strike.
On the smoke-filled battlefield, Jin'an's figure was like a solitary blade, firmly advancing in the direction of the Seraphim.
However, the killing intent behind him did not cease.
A golden energy wave flashed down from above, slamming into Jin'an's back, carrying a destructive force that tore the air, and the deafening roar was like thunder.
"Did you think you could leave this battlefield without our permission?"
Jaygarcia Saturn coldly said, a sly smile on his lips.
His fingers were still trembling slightly, obviously full of confidence in that strike just now.
However, Jin'an didn't stop, and swung his long sword, the blade light slashing horizontally like water, easily cutting the energy wave in half.
The huge explosion echoed throughout the battlefield, but Jin'an seemed unaffected, not even turning his head.
"You little cockroaches are really annoying..."
Jin'an's tone carried a hint of impatience, as casual as if he were simply commenting on the weather.
"Cockroaches?"
Jaygarcia Saturn frowned, a trace of bewilderment and incomprehension on his face.
They, these high and mighty "gods," had never heard such a strange term.
"What does it mean?"
He asked coldly.
Jin'an finally stopped, slowly turning around, his gaze falling on Jaygarcia Saturn like frost.
He slightly raised his long sword, the blade reflecting a cold light, as if condensing the killing intent of the entire battlefield.
"It means annoying."
Jin'an's voice fell like ice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the blade had already slashed out with unmatched momentum.
This strike had no fancy moves, but it carried Jin'an's full anger and oppression.
The sword light was like lightning across the sky, and where it passed, the air seemed to be directly torn apart, emitting a piercing screech.
A violent sword intent rushed towards him, enveloping Jaygarcia Saturn's location.
Jaygarcia Saturn's face changed instantly, and he slammed his cane horizontally in front of him, trying to defuse the attack.
"Boom!!"
However, the moment the sword light collided with the cane, his body seemed to be struck by an invisible force, and his whole body flew out like a meteor, slamming heavily into the distant stone wall, smashing out a huge crack.
"Thud..."
Jaygarcia Saturn climbed up from the rubble in a mess, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He reached out and wiped it away, a hint of hidden fear in his eyes.
He said in a low voice:
"This guy's power... is more troublesome than he showed before."
Jin'an ignored him, he just gave the other party a cold glance, as if warning:
"If you dare to block my way again, I will cut you down directly."
Then, he sheathed his sword and turned to continue walking towards the Seraphim.
The noise and slaughter of the battlefield seemed to be suppressed by his aura at this moment, and the people around him unconsciously made way for him.
Whitebeard laughed in the distance,
"Gurarara! Jin'an, that's more like it!
These guys should also know that you are not an opponent they can provoke at will!"
With that, he suddenly swung Murakumogiri, sweeping away the enemies in front of him.
The battle had reached a brief stalemate because of this strike, but the threat of the Seraphim and the Five Elders still weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
Jaygarcia Saturn stared coldly at Jin'an's back, gritting his teeth and whispering:
"Jin'an, your arrogance... will soon come at a price."
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