Jin stood firm, gritting his teeth and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showing no sign of retreat.
He took a deep breath and gripped his long sword again, his aura rising once more.
He knew that at this moment, he could not retreat, nor was there any room for retreat.
"Blackbeard, stop just watching!"
Jin shouted coldly, his eyes sweeping towards Blackbeard, who was lying to the side.
"Don't you want to win? If you don't fight now, you'll die!"
Blackbeard gasped for breath, and after hearing these words, he gritted his teeth and supported himself to stand up.
His face was pale, and his chest rose and fell sharply, but his eyes still flashed with a crazy light.
"Zehahaha… You're right! I will never die here!"
Blackbeard roared, and with a sudden wave of his hands, the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit erupted again, a pitch-black vortex spreading out from him, engulfing everything around him.
"Come on!"
Blackbeard growled, his fists slamming towards Imu's direction.
Jin followed closely behind, his long sword slicing through the air, once again slashing at Imu.
However—
"It's just a trapped beast's struggle."
Imu snorted coldly, and with a light wave of her spear, the pitch-black energy instantly erupted, like a chasm, instantly shattering the two's attacks.
"Bang!"
Jin and Blackbeard's bodies were simultaneously blasted away by that force, slamming heavily onto the ground, blood gushing from the corners of their mouths.
"Now, you should understand."
Imu stood in place, looking coldly at the two, with a disdainful smile on her face.
"Your resistance is meaningless."
Her gaze was cold and arrogant, with a god-like contempt.
She slowly raised her hand, and the surrounding space began to vibrate violently, an even more terrifying force gathering in her palm.
Jin fell to the ground, the hand holding the long sword trembling slightly.
His body had already suffered heavy damage, but his eyes were still firm, without the slightest hint of retreat.
"Never give up…"
He gritted his teeth, muttering to himself, the fighting spirit in his eyes burning again.
Blackbeard coughed up blood on the side, struggling to support himself.
Although his eyes were full of fear, that crazy light never disappeared.
He gritted his teeth and said:
"This woman… is simply a monster…"
"As expected, a guy who has lived for hundreds of years is not so easy to deal with."
Jin thought to himself, but there was no hesitation in his hand holding the long sword.
His eyes were like lightning, staring fixedly at Imu, who was not far away, that god-like woman was exuding a suffocating pressure.
Even at this moment, she still maintained a calm posture, as if everything in the world was under her control.
But Jin knew that the superficial calm could not hide the truth of the battle.
Although Imu was incomparably powerful, she was definitely not completely at ease facing the joint attack of him and Blackbeard.
"Her movements have slowed down."
Jin quickly caught the subtle change, his eyes falling on Imu's figure.
Although she was still calm and composed, the speed at which she raised her hand was not as fast as before, and there was a momentary fluctuation in the surrounding dark energy.
Jin understood that this was not a weakening of Imu's power, but because of the continuous high-intensity battle, she was slightly struggling.
Blackbeard stood not far away, gasping for breath, his hands still shrouded in dark energy.
His face wore a狰狞 smile, but his eyes became more cautious.
He could feel that Imu's power was far beyond expectations, and even if he and Jin joined forces, they might not be able to completely defeat her.
"Zehahaha…"
Blackbeard licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, panting and said,
"This woman… is really difficult! But, I like this kind of tough bone!"
Despite what he said, Blackbeard's expression was a little tense.
Although his power was strong, his confrontation with Imu made him feel a pressure he had never felt before.
This pressure did not come from pure power, but from Imu's control over the entire battlefield.
"Boom!"
A pitch-black beam of light shot out from Imu's hand, directly hitting Jin's direction.
Jin's pupils shrank, and his body instantly rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding this blow.
However, the shock wave that erupted after the beam hit the ground still sent him flying, his body crashing heavily into a rock, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
"Damn it…"
Jin gritted his teeth and stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the fighting spirit in his eyes becoming more intense.
He looked at Blackbeard, who was not far away, his voice low and cold:
"She's starting to struggle, we can't delay any longer."
Blackbeard widened his eyes, glanced at Imu, who was still standing in the center of the battlefield, and a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Zehahaha! Not bad! As long as we put in more effort, even if she is a monster who has lived for hundreds of years, she will fall here!"
"Monster…"
Jin's heart moved slightly, recalling every detail of the battle just now.
Imu's seemingly endless source of power did not seem like something an ordinary person could possess.
This power was not only powerful, but also carried a certain indescribable antiquity and profundity, as if it was connected to the origin of this world.
"She has endless backhands, but she is not without limits."
Jin tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand, his eyes becoming more and more calm.
His mind was quickly thinking, trying to find a possibility for a breakthrough.
On the other end of the battlefield, Imu was still standing upright, her eyes coldly sweeping over the two.
Her hands were hanging by her sides, and pitch-black energy slowly flowed around her figure, swallowing everything around her like an abyss.
"How ridiculous."
She spoke softly, her voice with a hint of disdain and indifference,
"Do you think you can shake me by joining forces? You mortals will never understand what true power is."
Although her words were still full of majesty and indifference, if you observed carefully, you could find that on her cold face, there was already a faint trace of fatigue.
Although she was still fierce when she raised her hand, her movements were a bit slower than before, and the fluctuations of dark energy also seemed less stable than before.
"You're also reaching your limit, right…"
Jin sneered inwardly.
He gripped the long sword, and the power in his body surged again.
He knew that this was their only chance, and they had to win with one blow.
Blackbeard seemed to have noticed this too, a look of excitement appeared on his face, and with a sudden wave of his hands, the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit erupted again, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in endless darkness.
"Zehahaha! Imu! Aren't you very strong? Then take my move!"
Blackbeard roared, his fists slamming towards Imu like sledgehammers.
Imu snorted coldly, and with a light wave of her palm, the dark power was instantly shattered by her.
Her eyes swept coldly towards Blackbeard, her tone with a hint of disdain:
"You're just a half-baked imitator, not even close to Joy Boy's shadow."
However, just as she was distracted by dealing with Blackbeard, Jin's figure appeared on her flank like lightning.
His legs slammed hard, the long sword in his hand raised high, and slashed fiercely at Imu's head with a whistling sound that tore through the air.
This blow contained all of Jin's power, a full-fledged eruption.
He knew that if this strike failed, their fate would be extremely miserable.
Imu seemed to sense the danger, her pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly turned around and waved her palm to meet the attack.
However, Jin's speed was too fast, and the blade was already close at hand.
"Clang——!"
The long sword collided with Imu's palm, erupting with an ear-splitting metallic roar.
The strong shock wave spread out from the two as the center, engulfing the surrounding rubble and dust into the air.
Imu's body shook slightly, and a deep crack appeared in the ground beneath her feet, while Jin was shaken back several steps by the reaction force, his arm aching, but his eyes became brighter.
"She blocked it… but not easily."
Jin gasped for breath, his eyes staring fixedly at Imu.
And Imu's expression also showed a subtle change for the first time, the aloof calmness at this moment had been replaced by a trace of imperceptible caution.
"Not bad."
Imu said in a low voice, her voice with a hint of imperceptible praise,
"But that's not enough to defeat me."
Although she was outwardly calm, a ripple arose in her heart.
Dealing with these two "mice" actually made her feel a trace of fatigue—this was the first time in her hundreds of years.
