Dust billowed, and Im's indifferent voice still echoed in the sky, as if proclaiming absolute dominion over this battlefield.
However, the moment her voice fell, the atmosphere of the battlefield suddenly underwent a subtle change.
Jin An gripped the long blade in his hand, his silver pupils erupting with an unshakeable light.
His body leaned forward slightly, as if gathering some unparalleled power, the abilities of the Azure Dragon Fruit and the Door-Door Fruit rapidly intertwined within him, forming a strong sense of oppression.
He took a deep breath and whispered:
"Im, your 'god' is just a title you gave yourself, but we don't believe in gods, we only believe in ourselves!"
This low roar was like a wildfire, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of all the rebels.
"Gurarararara—!"
Whitebeard let out a earth-shattering laugh, his long blade heavily striking the ground, shockwaves rolling like giant waves, spreading in all directions.
His huge body stood straight, his face full of blood and the excitement of battle,
"Well said! I don't believe in any damn gods!"
Loki wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body exuding black scales, a manifestation of his Devil Fruit ability – "Lies Become Reality."
He grinned hideously, gripping the battle axe in his hand, his eyes burning with the fire of revenge:
"If you are really a god, then let me, 'Dragon King Nidhogg,' tear your myth apart!"
Shanks stood on the other side, the blade in his hand slowly raised, his Haki climbing to the extreme at this moment, as if even the surrounding air was stagnant due to his power.
He didn't speak, but the determination in his eyes had already said everything.
Issho, standing on the edge of the battlefield, slowly stood up, reaching out to grip the sword at his waist.
His already blind eyes were still full of fighting spirit, and hearing Jin An's call, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Gods? This blind man also wants to see them, but the aura emitted by the 'god' is so dark."
The elite of the rebels also gripped their weapons, each person's face filled with determination.
Seraphim and Pacifistas erupted with even stronger fighting will at this moment, expressing their choice through action.
"Charge!"
Someone shouted.
Thus, Jin An, Shanks, Issho, Whitebeard, and Loki, led all the rebels, and launched an attack on Im in unison.
Jin An took the lead, his movements as fast as lightning, the ability of the Door-Door Fruit allowing him to shuttle between spaces, his speed so fast that even Im couldn't catch him for a moment.
His long blade flashed with a silver light, each swing carrying a sharp edge that tore through the air.
Shanks followed closely, his sword sweeping across, slashes condensed by Haki tearing through the void, forming a perfect coordination with Jin An's attack.
Each strike aimed at Im's weak points, precise and deadly.
"Gurarararara!"
Whitebeard roared and raised his long blade high, a shockwave erupting, directly shaking countless cracks in the air around Im.
His power was like the raging waves of the sea, violent and unstoppable.
Loki's battle axe carried the aura of black flames, like the fire of hell.
His movements were extremely violent, and when he swung the battle axe, the entire battlefield was shrouded in a deep darkness.
It was an almost destructive force, directly approaching Im's face.
Issho held his sword, but remained still.
He stood to Im's right, gently drawing his long blade, the light of the blade as clear as moonlight.
His sword did not have too much sharpness, but each strike seemed to point directly to the origin, carrying a rhythm that could not be expressed in words, making people dare not underestimate it.
"Boom!"
All the attacks landed on Im at the same moment.
The wind howled, dust flew, and the sky seemed to be torn apart by this blow.
Im's figure was instantly submerged in a destructive light, and the strong impact made the entire battlefield tremble.
However, just as everyone thought Im would be injured as a result, a contemptuous sneer came from the light.
"Foolish."
Im's voice was cold and piercing, with a disdainful and contemptuous smile.
The light dissipated, and her figure still stood in place, her robe moving without wind, and everything around her seemed to stagnate because of her existence.
"It's just ants trying to shake a tree."
She slowly raised her hand, a dark as night energy gathering between her palms, carrying an aura of destruction.
With her movements, the energy turned into countless chains, instantly attacking Jin An, Shanks, and others.
"Block it!"
Jin An roared, he suddenly waved his sword, a sharp blade of light slashing towards the attacking chains.
However, those chains seemed to have life, easily bypassing his attack, directly approaching his chest.
Shanks' sword also failed to completely block it, the chains winding around at an incredible speed.
But they did not retreat!
"Go!"
Loki roared, his battle axe smashing heavily towards the chains with black flames, directly cutting off several of them.
"Gurarararara!"
Whitebeard roared, a shockwave directly blasting the front end of the chains.
However, Im's aura was getting stronger and stronger, her eyes flashing with a cold chill,
"With you, dare to be enemies with gods? I will let you completely understand what true despair is."
Faced with this incomparably powerful existence, Jin An and others did not have any intention of retreating.
Jin An straightened his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with unshakeable determination.
"God?"
He sneered, gripped his long blade,
"Today, let us tear apart the false mask of this so-called god!"
With his cry, everyone charged towards Im again, with an unyielding will, vowing to create a miracle in this battle.
Im's gaze was still indifferent, but her heart had already rippled slightly.
The momentum of Jin An, Shanks, Whitebeard, Loki, and those rebels, although seemingly disorganized, was like a rolling torrent, layering upon layer, impacting her defenses.
The will and power erupting from these people, although failing to shake her foundation, made her feel a trace of threat—something she hadn't felt in a long time.
She did not show the changes in her heart, still with a cold smile, as if everything was under her control.
But in the depths of her deep pupils, a trace of imperceptible solemnity flashed.
These "ants" were able to continue to resist under her suppression, and even dared to impact her majesty, which made her feel a faint sense of annoyance in her heart.
"Since you seek death, then I will fulfill you!"
Her voice was cold, with an unquestionable majesty, like a cold and shining sword, piercing everyone's hearts.
Im raised her right hand, a bottomless dark energy surging between her palms, that energy was as black as the abyss, but exuded a scorching aura of destruction, as if to devour the entire world.
Around her, the space began to distort slightly, as if unable to withstand the oppression of this force.
Dark clouds covered the sky, thunder rumbled, and lightning raged in the dark clouds, reflecting her arrogant figure.
She floated in mid-air, like a god who controlled the heavens and the earth, looking down at these "foolish" rebels.
"Take this blow, and you will have nothing."
Im sneered, her tone full of endless arrogance and determination.
