The Suddenly Sounding Drums

Jin An moved slowly, yet with unwavering resolve. Every step he took carried a suffocating pressure. Blackbeard felt his chest grow heavy, as though each step Jin An took brought him one step closer to death.

He did not dare look up at those profound eyes. There was not a trace of emotion in them, only a coldness so oppressive it stole one's breath, as if they had already decided his fate.

"Don't you think that someone like you being alive is the greatest irony in the world?"

Jin An's voice rang out again, carrying a faint sneer. His eyes seemed to contain a bottomless abyss, waiting to devour Blackbeard.

Blackbeard's heart lurched, and an inexplicable chill rose from his spine, swiftly spreading throughout his body.

His body stiffened as if bound by icy chains, unable to move.

The fear in his heart, like a dark vortex, began rapidly devouring his reason.

By then, Jin An's footsteps had drawn near, and countless life-or-death moments flashed through Blackbeard's mind.

He swallowed hard, his gaze turning chaotic.

Blackbeard had once been a bold and decisive man, but now, he finally understood what "an irreversible fate" meant.

What he faced was no longer merely Jin An before him, but the sum of his life—the betrayals and choices he had made, all finally bringing the retribution he deserved.

Blackbeard lowered his head. A hoarse voice emerged from his throat, carrying an undisguisable fear:

"Jin An... I was wrong."

There was not a trace of confidence in his words, only despair and helplessness.

He wanted to say more, but his throat seemed to be seized, and no sound would come out.

Only unceasing tremors spread through his body, making him fully realize that he had fallen into the abyss.

He suddenly reached out, wanting to