“Pangu City… it was actually cleaved in two!”
Loki stopped, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open, shocked by the scene before him.
He swallowed hard and muttered:
“Is that Jin-an's full-force sword strike? Too terrifying!”
Whitebeard stood beside him, his smile even more wild.
He laughed heartily, twirling his long blade slightly in his hand, his voice filled with intense fighting spirit:
“Gurara! Just as expected of you, Jin-an! This strike is enough to shake the world!”
Morgans' airship hung high in the sky, his sharp avian eyes fixed on the scene below, his beak slightly ajar, unable to resist a word of praise:
“Unbelievable! This strike… Pangu City was directly split in half!”
He turned to look at the still-sleeping Den Den Mushi, wishing he could fan it awake with his wings,
“Damn it! You slept through a historic moment!”
However, Jin-an's face showed no hint of triumph or relaxation; his gaze was fixed coldly on the collapsing Pangu City, his tone low and firm:
“This isn't over yet.
What's destroyed is the architecture, not their will.”
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and a low rumble emanated from the ruins of Pangu City, a sound that seemed to come from the abyss, carrying an undeniable pressure.
Jin-an gripped his long blade tightly and said in a low voice:
“Prepare for an even greater battle. This game has only just begun.”
Deep within Pangu City, the air was filled with an icy aura, so still it was as if time had stopped.
Upon the high throne, a vague figure sat quietly, its eyes as cold and unfathomable as the abyss.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, the sound crisp and rhythmic, like an invisible pendulum silently keeping time.
Suddenly, the entire Pangu City shook violently, and a deafening roar came from afar, shaking the ornate reliefs on the walls until they crumbled and fell.
Her movements stopped, and she raised her head, tilting her ear slightly to listen to the sound coming from outside the city.
It was a familiar blade aura, carrying the aura of tearing apart heaven and earth; her brow arched slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
“That aura…”
She murmured softly, her voice carrying a gentleness that was completely out of sync with the cold atmosphere around her,
“Interesting, so it's him.”
Her hand gently caressed the armrest, which was covered in ancient runes, her fingertips tracing the cold lines as if lost in a brief reverie.
A scene from several years ago flashed through her mind, when Pangu City was first shaken by a powerful figure.
It was a blade of light that descended from the sky, directly splitting Pangu City in half, leaving a scar that still remained in the hearts of many.
“So, you're that rat.”
She chuckled softly, her voice carrying an elusive meaning, both mocking and approving.
Her eyes gradually sharpened, a hint of danger lurking beneath the calm.
The almost perfect face wore a smile that was hard to decipher, leaving one unsure whether she was angry or appreciative.
She stood up, the wide robes swaying gently with her movements, trailing across the ground with a soft rustling sound.
“Jin-an.”
Her tone was as if she were savoring the name, filled with complex emotions,
“Years ago, I thought it was just a coincidence.
I didn't expect… you're still alive, and you dare to appear in my castle again.”
She walked to a huge mirror in front of the throne, the mirror reflecting not her image, but the battlefield outside Pangu City.
Smoke billowed, and amidst the ruins, Jin-an's figure stood out clearly.
He stood before the collapsed city walls, the long blade in his hand not yet sheathed, the residual power of that strike still lingering on the blade.
In the mirror, the mark of that sword strike was like an unhealable wound, deeply piercing into her eyes.
She gazed at Jin-an in the mirror, her eyes gradually turning cold, but the smile on her lips deepened.
“Interesting,”
She said softly, as if talking to herself, or as if talking to Jin-an in the mirror,
“This time, are you here to die, or to challenge fate?”
Her fingers lifted slightly, and the mirror surface rippled like water, streams of black energy spreading from her fingertips.
The ground deep within Pangu City trembled in response to her call.
“However, no matter what you want, this is not a place you can set foot in.”
Her voice was low but carried an undeniable authority,
“A rat is still just a rat; don't delude yourself into challenging the authority of a god.”
She slowly turned around, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.
The darkness deep within Pangu City seemed to be completely ignited by her presence, and abyssal power began to spread throughout the castle.
Her figure was swallowed by the black mist, but her cold eyes remained clearly visible, as if all death and destruction would begin from here.
“Jin-an, now that you're here, let me see if your blade is enough to shake my world.”
Her voice gradually dissipated into the darkness, but that cold and dangerous smile echoed throughout the castle.
On the distant battlefield, Jin-an seemed to sense a powerful aura emanating from the depths of Pangu City.
His brow furrowed slightly, and he gripped the hilt of his blade unconsciously, the blade glowing with a faint light.
“It's coming.”
He said in a low voice, a sharp battle intent flashing in his eyes,
“The real battle has finally begun.”
In the ruins of Pangu City, the smoke and dust had not yet completely cleared, and the broken stones were piled up like mountains, with the severed pillars teetering precariously.
The deafening roar had gradually disappeared, but the chaos within Pangu City had reached its peak.
From every corner of the ruins came cries of sorrow, and in the shattered halls, those who were once gorgeously dressed and high above others had completely lost their composure and elegance.
They were either cowering in the corners, or standing blankly in place, their eyes filled with fear and shock.
“Pangu City… it was actually split in half!”
A middle-aged nobleman slumped to the ground, trembling all over, clutching his hair tightly with both hands.
His face was as pale as paper, and he stared blankly at the huge crack in front of him, as if unable to believe that all of this was actually happening.
“Impossible! This is impossible!”
Another nobleman stood up in a panic, stumbled a few steps forward, but tripped over a broken stone.
He got up and looked again at the split ruins, his voice trembling with despair,
“This is Pangu City! How could… how could something like this happen twice…”
Their voices intertwined, turning into a chaotic background noise.
And in the depths of the ruins, more people were trying to escape, trying to find shelter, trying to grasp the last shred of security.
But the collapse of this city had completely shattered the sense of security in their hearts.
