Underfoot

Dust and smoke still churned through the battlefield, as though everything between heaven and earth had been torn apart.

Jin An and Blackbeard stood in different positions, while Imu stood at the center, controlling the entire battle like a black hole.

Her gaze was cold and contemptuous, as if she had seen through every move the two of them could make.

"What other tricks do you have?"

Imu spoke softly, yet her voice was full of pressure.

She raised a finger, and the space around her began to twist once more. Pitch-black energy flickered at her fingertips, spitting chilling glints like venomous snakes.

Yet Jin An's face showed no emotional fluctuation.

He stood directly before Imu, gripping his blade with both hands. He stood as straight as a pine, his footing steady, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through her.

His body leaned forward slightly, like a fierce tiger poised to pounce, while his eyes held an unfathomable calm.

She thinks we have no more moves left.

Jin An silently thought to himself, a faint, almost imperceptible sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

His knees bent slightly, lowering his center of gravity as he prepared to strike at any moment.

On the other side of the battlefield, Blackbeard had not remained still.

Dark energy still roiled intensely around his hands. His steps seemed casual, but he was steadily closing in on Imu from behind her flank.

His signature wild grin hung on his face, but a rare hint of caution showed in his eyes.

"Zehahahaha... woman, you really are strong, but I won't admit defeat!"

Blackbeard shouted provocatively, yet he kept himself at a suitable distance, as if waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Imu coldly swept her gaze over Blackbeard, her eyes filled with contempt.

She slightly raised