Meanwhile, Imu's coldly mocking voice still echoed through the air:
"Your so-called strength is nothing more than ants."
Her words brimmed with contempt, as though all of this were merely an insignificant scene in her game.
Yet for the Neo Marines, the sudden hurricane shattered their carefully constructed formation, plunging the entire battle into chaos and uncertainty in an instant.
The soldiers tried frantically to steady their ranks, but flying rubble and gale-force winds left them stumbling unsteadily.
The balance between the two sides on the battlefield completely collapsed at that moment, and terrified, despairing cries filled the air.
Even as all this unfolded, Imu's icy gaze remained fixed upon the battlefield, as if she were waiting for even greater chaos.
Her hand shifted slightly, as though she might unleash an even stronger force of darkness the next moment and drag the entire world back into the abyss.
On this battlefield, where every second mattered, everyone understood:
This was no ordinary battle, but a final clash that would determine fate itself.
That hurricane was like a mark left by Imu, making every warrior understand that darkness had already descended.
On the World Government's side, Imu's earth-shattering strike threw the entire command center into a frenzy of ecstasy and excitement.
Within the composed, merciless council chamber, golden lights flickered erratically, casting every face in a grotesque glow. Faces once stern and cold were now flushed with the fever of victory.
"Lord Imu has made her move!"
One high-ranking World Government official, seated high above the rest, was the first to speak. His voice reverberated through the spacious hall, as though every word carried crushing force.
The surrounding officials rose to their feet one after another. Thunderous applause erupted, and their eyes gleamed with unquestioning conviction and wild elation.
"We will claim