Blackbeard's Betrayal

On the battlefield, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Everyone was in a brief state of respite, their bodies covered in wounds that left them desperately needing a short rest.

Blackbeard stood to one side, that familiar wicked grin hanging from the corner of his mouth, danger glinting in his eyes.

Jin An narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing every subtle change on the battlefield. His injuries weighed on him somewhat, but they did not prevent him from remaining vigilant.

Just as a brief silence settled over the battlefield, a shadow suddenly swept in from afar.

Like nightfall descending, the shadow swiftly swallowed the surrounding light, and the air grew stagnant with it.

Then, a group of heavily armored soldiers emerged from that shadow, clad in black armor and emanating a grim presence.

Their steps were perfectly synchronized, their faces utterly expressionless, cold and ruthless like iron-blooded machines.

Each of them gripped a weapon—blades, firearms, even terrifying battle-axes—and swept them across the battlefield with biting chill.

These people made no distinction between friend and foe. Whether they were World Government soldiers or members of the Neo Marines, anyone who encountered them was unhesitatingly treated as prey. Blade light flashed, and blood sprayed.

Whether they fled or fought back, every life before these shadow warriors seemed to be nothing more than lambs awaiting slaughter.

Jin An instantly sensed the danger. He quickly turned around and saw the black-armored warriors mercilessly wielding their weapons, slaughtering everything around them without restraint.

The atmosphere across the battlefield became extremely tense. Jin An's heart pounded violently, his eyes flashed like lightning, and he immediately entered a state of high alert.

Just as he was about to launch a counterattack, an incredibly intense killing intent suddenly erupted behind him.

He spun around sharply, only to