Suddenly!
The atmosphere on the battlefield froze instantly. The entire world seemed to grow oppressive beneath that enormous palm descending from the sky.
The palm hung overhead like a black curtain, covering nearly the entire battlefield and radiating a pressure that filled everyone with fear.
Even the strongest fighters standing at the front had to bend slightly beneath the invisible force that seemed to be crushing them.
Jin An stood on the ground, his gaze sharp as a blade. The sight before him stirred a sense of familiarity he had never felt before.
There was no fear in him. His presence was like thunder in the sky—silent, yet brimming with power.
He smiled inwardly. He knew this was one of Imu's clever moves—
Using fear to shatter the enemy's resolve.
Yet Jin An did not feel the slightest fear.
He slowly drew his long blade from behind his back, its edge flashing coldly beneath the sunlight.
He planted his feet firmly and fixed his gaze on the massive palm about to descend, his expression calm as though everything remained under his control.
"That alone is nowhere near enough!"
His voice was not loud, yet it echoed across the silent battlefield like thunder, as though every word contained immense power.
With a twist of his wrist, Jin An swung his long blade.
The blade sliced through the air, unleashing a fierce slash that shot toward the heavens.
His swordsmanship was like a silver-white bolt of lightning, piercing layer upon layer of clouds before accurately striking the palm suspended in the sky.
For an instant, the sky seemed to freeze. Everyone on the battlefield felt the air tightening around them, as if even the flow of time had stopped at that moment.
The two attacks collided almost simultaneously.
The enormous roar was