Jin stood in the center of the battlefield, his long sword hanging by his side, blood still dripping from the tip.
But his fingers tightened, his knuckles turning slightly white, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his temple.
His eyes were locked on Imu's figure, the unprecedented sense of oppression making every nerve in his body tense.
"This aura..."
Jin murmured in his heart, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
He had never felt such pure pressure. This power was not as violent as that of the Five Elders, nor as barbaric as that of the monsters, but a cold, aloof, and absolute suppression.
Her existence itself seemed to be a rule above all life.
Whitebeard stood aside, the long sword in his hand slightly raised, but his arrogant gaze rarely became solemn.
He watched Imu slowly walk out of the beam of light, his brow furrowed deeply:
"Tsk... just the aura is so tricky, what a troublesome guy."
Loki stood on the other side, the black dragon's scales faintly flashing on his body, proving that he was ready for battle.
However, he stared at Imu's figure without moving, the sneer on his face long gone.
He licked his lips and whispered:
"This woman... can actually make my body feel cold?"
For a moment, Jin, Whitebeard, and Loki did not make a move. They quietly watched Imu. The oppressive atmosphere even made the air viscous, as if any slight movement would cause the entire world to collapse due to this confrontation.
Imu's figure was slender and tall, the black robe on her body danced without wind, as if invisible energy surrounded her.
Every step she took seemed to be on the soul of the battlefield, making people feel bone-chilling cold.
Her face was hidden in the interweaving of light and shadow. Although she could not see her full appearance clearly, her cold eyes were like sharp blades, piercing into everyone's heart.
She was not in a hurry to speak, but slowly looked around.
That gaze was like a deity inspecting her territory, without a trace of emotion, but it made people feel that there was nowhere to escape.
Her gaze swept over Jin, Whitebeard, Loki, and even those rebels kneeling on the ground. Everyone who was swept by her gaze felt an unbearable pressure, as if their souls were completely seen through.
"It's so quiet."
Her voice finally sounded, low and cold, as if from a distant abyss.
Her tone was calm, without any emotional fluctuations, but it made people feel inexplicably oppressed.
"Is this the power of resistance?"
Her gaze fell on the corpses on the battlefield and those trembling rebels, her tone with a hint of contempt,
"Ridiculous."
Jin raised his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers.
There was no fear in his eyes, only deep vigilance and fighting spirit.
He did not speak, but expressed his attitude with action - no matter who she was, no matter how strong she was, he would not back down.
Imu seemed to see through his thoughts, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
"Jin... Whitebeard... Loki... you guys surprised me a little."
She slowly walked towards the three of them, her steps light, but it seemed that every step was stepping on the heart of the entire world.
"Your struggle... makes me feel quite interesting."
Her words revealed a hint of interest, but more of it was confidence in controlling everything,
"However, I want to see how far you can struggle."
Jin's fingers exerted a little force, and the blade made a slight tremor in his palm.
He could feel that this woman was completely different from all the enemies they had dealt with before.
The power of the Five Elders was already beyond ordinary people, and the Imu in front of him, just her aura, far surpassed all their opponents.
But he knew that at this moment, he must not show any signs of retreat.
"You are Imu."
Jin spoke, his voice low and steady.
His eyes were like knives, stabbing straight at Imu, with an unyielding edge.
Imu paused slightly, seemingly amused by his straightforwardness.
She stopped and tilted her head slightly, her eyes fixed on Jin:
"That's right, I am Imu... the goal you have been pursuing."
There was no concealment in her tone, and she didn't even bother to give extra explanations.
For her, all of this was just a game. She stood at the top of the chessboard, while Jin and others were just a few chess pieces trying to break free from the shackles of the chessboard.
"What do you want?"
Jin continued, his eyes still sharp.
Imu's smile deepened, but there was no warmth in that smile:
"What I want has never been something you can give.
I'm just curious, as mortals... how much fun can you bring me."
"If there is none..."
Her voice suddenly turned cold, a coldness that seemed to freeze the soul,
"Your ending should also come to an end."
The atmosphere in the air suddenly solidified, Jin's body leaned forward slightly, and the blade lifted slightly.
Loki and Whitebeard also assumed a fighting stance at the same time, their eyes without a trace of retreat.
Imu stood in front of them, the smile on her lips still cold.
She just quietly watched them, as if waiting for their choice.
Imu stood in mid-air, as if integrated into the space between the sky and the earth, and the surrounding air lost its flow due to her existence.
There was no emotional fluctuation in her eyes, indifferent and ruthless, like the king of the underworld overlooking the ants in the world.
That hint of a cold smile curved into the icy arc of her lips.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes extremely contemptuous,
"You can all come at me."
Her tone was calm, as if ordering a group of bored children to play a game destined to fail.
This sentence echoed softly on the battlefield, but it hit Jin and the others' hearts like a heavy piece of steel.
In the air, all hostility and tension seemed to stagnate at this moment.
A flash of anger suddenly flashed in Loki's eyes, his face twisted, and the strong provocation and disdain on his face burst out instantly.
Without any pause, his body was like a black lightning, instantly cutting through the silence in the air and pouncing towards Imu.
The burst of air almost tore the air of the battlefield, and his body instantly transformed into a giant dragon figure, scales shining, and black flames sweeping.
"You old hag, eat this!"
Loki roared, his voice like thunder resounding throughout the battlefield.
His voice was full of anger, contempt, and disdain. This move was his unique skill after transforming into a black dragon - Black Dragon's Fang, using his transformed black dragon state to shroud the entire world in his anger and black flames.
His attack was so fierce that the surrounding rebels and enemies were shaken back a few steps, and even the temperature in the air soared instantly. The hot air waves swept away the dust and blood mist on the battlefield, and black flames followed, enveloping everything.
However, at the moment when Loki was approaching Imu rapidly, Imu was still so indifferent, not affected by the impact in front of her at all.
She raised her hand gently, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if it were an insignificant movement.
Her eyes were still cold, without any emotional fluctuations.
Loki's attack was getting closer and closer, the black dragon's figure seemed to cover the sky, and a thunderous blow was about to fall on Imu's head.
The black air wave carried a powerful impact force, which could almost tear apart any obstacles in front of it.
However, Imu still did not move.
She just looked at Loki approaching indifferently, without any panic or tension in her eyes, just deeply looking at the black dragon descending from the sky.
"Hmph."
Imu chuckled, seemingly disdainful of Loki's anger and attack.
