On the battlefield between Imu and Jin An, heaven and earth seemed to wail beneath the force of their battle.
High above, pitch-black storm clouds churned endlessly, like an ancient beast startled awake, trembling beneath their auras.
Gale-force winds swept broken rocks through the air. The ground split into countless ravines, and searing magma bubbled from the cracks, illuminating the hellish scene of the battlefield.
Jin An's figure became an afterimage, flickering across the collapsing earth.
Every step he took left deep fissures in the ground. Even the air warped beneath the tremors of his power.
His gaze was sharp as a blade as he stared at Imu, a frenzied fighting spirit hidden deep within his eyes.
His palms trembled slightly, not from fear, but because the battle lust surging through his body had been suppressed to its limit.
Imu stood still at the center of the battlefield. Her figure appeared gentle, yet she radiated an unshakable pressure.
Her robes snapped in the gale, radiant light swirling around her. It was the aura of power that surpassed mortals.
Her eyes held not the slightest ripple, as though all the destruction before her was nothing more than insignificant dust.
She slowly raised her hand, dazzling light gathering at her fingertips. The next second, that light expanded instantly, crashing down upon Jin An like a pillar of radiance that swallowed heaven and earth.
Boom—
The earth violently ruptured beneath the strike. A bottomless chasm spread madly outward from beneath Jin An's feet, and the deafening roar shattered the silence in the air.
Yet in the next instant, Jin An's figure shot out from the pillar of light. His clothes were somewhat damaged, but the light in his eyes burned hotter than ever.
He spun, the Armament Haki gathered in his hand seemingly