Imu Escapes, and the Strange Blackbeard

Jin An stood before Blackbeard, blood still dripping from his blade.

Though his breathing was somewhat ragged, the fighting spirit in his eyes remained cold and resolute.

He lowered his gaze to Blackbeard, who lay on the ground barely clinging to life, without letting down his guard in the slightest.

Though this man had lost the ability to fight, Jin An knew that someone like Blackbeard was a venomous snake—even at death's door, he could still bite at any moment.

Yet amid this brief calm, the air suddenly grew heavy and cold.

Jin An's pupils contracted slightly. He immediately sensed a familiar and terrifying presence rapidly approaching. The pressure was so immense that even the surrounding battlefield seemed to have fallen still, and an indescribable suffocating feeling filled the air.

"Here again..."

Jin An muttered inwardly, tightening his grip on the hilt as a bead of cold sweat slid down his cheek.

He did not need to turn around to know that Imu—the overwhelming presence no one could ignore—had returned to the battlefield.

"Hahahahaha... You thought... I was lying...?"

Blackbeard laughed weakly from the ground. His voice was hoarse, yet it carried a trace of mockery and a twisted delight.

He coughed, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, but a nearly pathological fervor burned in his eyes.

"Jin An... You think this battle is over?

No, it has only just begun... She's back."

Jin An ignored Blackbeard's provocation. He raised his head and stared directly at the figure slowly emerging from the shadows.

Imu.

Her figure was like a ghost in the darkness as she slowly stepped out of a rift in space.

The lofty, composed indifference she had worn before was gone, replaced by obvious rage.

Her aura was still powerful enough to suffocate others, but her