Amidst the chaos, Imu's eyes coldly swept across the battlefield, a contemptuous smile playing on her lips.
Her blade and Jin's thunderous attacks clashed once more, unleashing a violent shockwave in the air.
In that instant, she suddenly pressed her hands together, a surge of unparalleled energy erupting from within her.
"Boom!"
Imu's power exploded with the force of thunder, instantly dyeing the entire sky an blinding white.
Lightning, like a colossal dragon, erupted from her hands, striking directly towards Jin.
"This power…"
Jin's gaze sharpened; he could sense the immense power of this attack and knew he couldn't afford to be careless.
He swiftly raised his blade, using Haki and the power of the Azure Dragon Fruit to protect his entire body, bracing for the impact.
"Bang!"
The moment the lightning struck Jin, the entire battlefield seemed to explode, the violent air currents forcing him back dozens of steps.
His feet carved a deep trench in the ground, his face slightly pale, but his blade remained tightly gripped, his spirit undiminished.
However, in that instant, Imu's figure suddenly vanished from the lightning.
"Not good!"
A sense of dread washed over Jin; he realized that Imu's attack wasn't meant to defeat him, but to create an opening!
Sure enough, when his gaze swept to the other side of the battlefield, Imu's figure had already appeared above Whitebeard and Loki.
"Eliminate you, and the battlefield will be rid of any threat."
Imu said coldly, a devastating lightning spear materializing in her hand, piercing the air with a deafening shriek as she hurled it towards Whitebeard and Loki!
"Damn it!"
Loki roared, quickly spreading his dragon wings, black flames surging towards the sky like a tidal wave, attempting to intercept the lightning spear.
However, the spear's power was simply too overwhelming; the black flames were torn apart upon contact, the lightning spear hurtling straight towards Loki's chest.
"Loki, watch out!"
Whitebeard bellowed, violently swinging his long blade, the resulting shockwave slamming into the lightning spear in an attempt to alter its trajectory.
However, in that instant, Imu's figure flickered once more, appearing at Whitebeard's side, another surge of lightning striking towards Whitebeard's back!
Whitebeard's reaction was swift, but he was still a step too late.
He blocked the lightning's frontal assault with his blade, but the residual force still struck him hard, sending him staggering back dozens of meters, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Loki was also thrown back by the lightning spear's shockwave, his massive black dragon wings momentarily torn apart, his colossal body plummeting from the sky, slamming into the ground and sending up a cloud of dust.
He gritted his teeth, trying to stand, but a piercing pain shot through his chest.
"Whitebeard! Loki!"
Jin's furious roar echoed across the battlefield, his eyes burning with intense rage, his entire being erupting with overwhelming battle intent once more.
"You wish!"
Jin roared, his figure instantly vanishing from the spot, launching another charge towards Imu.
"Your strength is not bad, but that's all there is to it."
Imu's voice remained cold, even laced with a hint of disdain.
Her eyes, as sharp as ice blades, lifted her hand and casually blocked Jin's blade.
In that instant, the blade collided with the invisible barrier in her palm, emitting a piercing shriek, but no matter how hard Jin pushed, the blade could not advance even an inch.
Jin's pupils constricted slightly; he could clearly feel that his power was being completely suppressed by an invisible force.
Despite using the full power of the Azure Dragon Fruit and Haki, he still seemed incredibly pale and weak in front of Imu.
"It ends here."
Imu's lips curled into a faint smile as she raised her other hand, her movement casual, yet carrying a suffocating pressure.
As her palm descended, the low roar of thunder seemed to echo in the air, a massive amount of energy gathering in her palm, pressing down on Jin like a mountain.
"Bang!"
Her palm struck Jin directly in the chest, and in that instant, Jin felt as if his chest had been struck by a dragon, his entire body sent flying by an irresistible force.
"Crack!"
Jin's figure was like a shooting star, blasted away by the palm strike.
His body crashed through several tall buildings, thick walls collapsing instantly, rubble flying, and shockwaves stirring up countless clouds of dust and debris.
The buildings seemed like fragile pieces of paper, turning into ruins the moment he struck them.
"Boom boom boom!"
Jin's body continued to fly backward, leaving a trail of destruction, finally slamming heavily into the ground with a deafening crash.
"Bang!"
His body created a huge crater in the earth, dust flying, and rubble scattering.
The edge of the crater was covered with cracks, extending outwards like a spider web, the entire ground seeming to shake under the impact.
Dust enveloped the entire area, obscuring Jin's figure.
The surrounding warriors, both rebels and World Government soldiers, stopped fighting, staring blankly at the ruins, their faces filled with disbelief.
"H-h-holy..."
A rebel stammered, his hands and feet cold, even the weapon in his hand falling to the ground out of fear.
He had never seen such terrifying power, and could not even imagine that a human could survive such an attack.
"Lord Jin..."
The New Navy soldiers' eyes were filled with horror and worry, their fists clenched tightly, but they could not move their feet due to the pressure from Imu.
Although they wanted to rush over, they simply did not have the courage.
"Hmph, how fragile."
Imu's figure slowly emerged from the dust, still standing in place, not even a wrinkle on her robe.
Her expression was terrifyingly calm, as if that earth-shattering palm strike was just a casual wave of her hand.
"Is this your limit?"
Imu said coldly, her gaze cast towards the direction of the crater, her voice filled with undisguised contempt.
In the crater, the dust gradually dissipated, revealing Jin's figure.
His body was half-buried in rubble, his clothes torn, revealing several bruises and bloodstains.
Blood flowed down his forehead, but his eyes were still tightly closed, his brow furrowed slightly, as if still enduring severe pain.
"Jin..."
Whitebeard saw this scene, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
He gripped his long blade tightly, his footsteps moving slightly forward, but he still did not rush over.
Whitebeard knew that what Jin needed at this moment was not assistance, but time.
Time to adjust, time to find new power.
Loki propped himself up from the ground, his chest heaving violently.
He looked at Jin in the crater, clenched his fists, and growled:
"That guy... don't you dare fall down like this..."
