Jin An's blade fell like thunder, striking Im's shoulder.
Blood splattered, staining the battlefield's soil red.
That strike was heavy and fierce, carrying all of Jin An's strength, finally breaking through that seemingly invincible barrier.
"She... she's really injured!"
A soldier in the rebel army exclaimed, his voice filled with unbelievable excitement and elation.
At that moment, the atmosphere of the battlefield suddenly changed.
All along, Im had been as flawless as a god, her endless power and indifferent gaze inspiring despair.
However, now, everyone had personally witnessed this "god" reveal a mortal side for the first time.
"She can be injured! She's not invincible!"
The rebels looked at each other, joy and hope gradually appearing on their faces.
Those soldiers who had been trembling with fear now gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes burning with fervent fighting spirit.
Jin An panted heavily, the blade in his hand trembling slightly.
He felt the weight of that strike, and he also felt Im's power.
His eyes were fixed on the enemy in front of him, watching her every subtle movement.
He knew that the injured Im was still dangerous, but this time, he saw a glimmer of victory.
However, Im's reaction sent a chill through everyone.
She stood there, trembling slightly, the expression on her face complex and distorted.
She looked down at the wound on her shoulder, the blood slowly flowing down her fair skin, dripping onto the ground.
That bright red color seemed more glaring than any massacre.
"...Blood?"
She murmured to herself, her voice low and hollow, as if confirming the reality before her.
Then, her expression suddenly changed.
Her pupils contracted sharply, her eyes filled with disbelief and towering rage.
Her cold and elegant face was now twisted with anger, as if torn apart.
"For centuries..."
She said in a low voice, a tremor in it,
"For centuries, no one has been able to make me bleed... How dare you... How dare you injure me!!!"
Her voice rose from low to angry, finally erupting into a roar.
With her roar, a tremendous surge of energy burst forth from her body, as if the entire world was trembling in her anger.
The surrounding air became scorching and oppressive, and the ground beneath their feet began to crack, as if unable to withstand her towering rage.
The joy and hope that had just ignited in the hearts of the rebel army were once again suppressed by her fury.
That invisible pressure loomed over their heads like a mountain, making them feel suffocated.
Some soldiers even couldn't help but take a few steps back, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.
"T-This woman... how can she still have such strong power?!"
A soldier said in a trembling voice, his legs beginning to weaken, the hand holding his weapon also trembling slightly.
"Don't retreat! She's injured! She's no longer an invincible god!"
Another rebel commander roared, trying to steady the morale of the troops.
However, Im's anger swept across the battlefield like a hurricane, her figure suddenly disappearing from the spot, appearing next to a rebel soldier in the next second.
Her palm struck down like a sharp blade, directly cutting the soldier, along with his weapon, in half, blood splattering, the corpse falling to the ground.
"Die!"
Im coldly spat out a word, her eyes devoid of pity.
Seeing this, Jin An rushed forward, his long saber cutting through the air, directly slashing at Im's back.
However, Im's perception was extremely sharp, and she turned around at the last moment, catching the blade with one hand.
The force was so great that it directly blocked Jin An's full-strength strike.
"Jin An... you think you can win with the help of these people?
Foolish!
They are just cannon fodder, ants!
And you are just a slightly stronger bug!"
Im roared, suddenly exerting force, shaking Jin An's blade away.
Jin An's body was knocked back several steps by the huge recoil, his arms faintly numb, but his gaze remained firm.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing again, and gripped his long saber tightly.
"Im... for centuries, you've forgotten what pain tastes like.
The angrier you get, the more it proves that you are just a 'person' who can be injured and bleed."
Jin An said coldly, his voice low but reaching the ears of every rebel soldier.
These words ignited the morale of the rebel army like a flame.
They gripped their weapons, looked at each other, and then roared together, charging towards Im.
"For freedom!
For the future!
Kill her!"
Im's eyes grew colder, she raised her hand, and dark energy quickly gathered in her palm.
She waved her hand violently, and a dark storm swept out, blowing away several rebel soldiers at the front.
However, these soldiers did not retreat because of this, they continued to charge, using their lives to buy Jin An every second of opportunity.
Jin An once again seized the gap, rushing towards Im, the blade carrying the force of a thunderbolt, directly slashing at her chest.
"This time, even if you are a god, I will drag you down from the altar!"
Jin An roared, the blade streaking across the sky like a meteor, aiming straight for Im's heart.
The situation on the battlefield had completely entered a fever pitch at this moment.
Im stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by broken corpses and burning ruins, the air filled with the pungent smell of blood and scorched earth.
Her figure was still upright, but the once invincible pressure was now beginning to become illusory.
The wound on her shoulder was still bleeding, the bright red liquid sliding down her arm, dripping on the ground, splashing a patch of scarlet patterns.
She stared intently at Jin An not far away.
That man was also covered in wounds, his face pale, his breath disordered, but his eyes were still as sharp as a blade, piercing deep into her heart.
Im realized that each of her attacks could no longer exert absolute suppression on Jin An as before, and she herself was gradually falling into a disadvantage in the battle.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and a sense of unease she had never felt before rose in her heart.
This emotion was foreign to her, and unacceptable.
"I... am I actually hesitating?"
A thought that even she could hardly believe popped up in her mind, her brows furrowed, her eyes flickering slightly.
"How is that possible..."
She muttered, gritting her teeth, her voice full of suppressed anger and struggle.
For hundreds of years, Im had long been accustomed to her superior position.
She was the god who controlled the world, her power above everything else.
No matter who it was, the only end to resisting her had always been one way - death.
But today, she felt powerless for the first time.
Faced with Jin An's unyielding will and wave after wave of attacks, her power was being weakened little by little, and the pressure she was so proud of seemed to be no longer able to suppress this human being.
