However, what Imu had not expected was that Jin An's attack was not merely a single slash. After his blade cut through empty air, it instantly changed direction again, like a nimble snake's tail, silently slicing toward her flank.
Jin An's figure flickered like a ghost, his blade constantly turning—sometimes circling back, sometimes tearing through the air.
Just as Imu came to her senses and tried to dodge, another streak of Jin An's blade light came straight at her.
At that moment, Jin An's long blade seemed to transform into a silver bolt of lightning in the air, continuously tearing through the atmosphere and bearing down on Imu in an instant with suffocating pressure.
Imu frowned slightly. At last, she began to take Jin An's attacks seriously, a trace of icy resolve flashing through her eyes.
She took a deep breath, her figure darting like a ray of light, and instantly appeared behind and to the side of Jin An.
With a low shout, she thrust both palms forward. An invisible black current gathered in her palms, devouring everything like a black hole.
"You're still too weak."
Imu said coldly, her palm force surging toward Jin An like a tide and instantly suppressing his attack.
Yet Jin An's gaze remained firm. Even before such a powerful enemy, he showed no sign of retreat.
His body jolted, and the energy within him erupted once more. His long blade swung again, its powerful impact making the air quake violently and forcing Imu to retreat.
"I won't give up!"
Jin An let out a low roar, blazing flames burning in his eyes.
At that moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield was so oppressive it was nearly suffocating. Every tremor in the air carried boundless force, and Jin An and Imu's clash entered its