On the battlefield, the air seemed to have frozen solid. Even the wind did not dare to stir.
Darkness spread across the battlefield, deep black mist creeping forth as if alive, devouring every trace of light.
Every movement became slow and heavy, as though time itself had been twisted into a cage by Imu's power.
Sengoku, whose battle had already ended, stood in the distance, his gaze sharp as a blade as he stared fixedly at Imu ahead.
His breathing was steady, yet some invisible flame seemed to be burning within him.
Imu's power was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
That darkness, capable of altering the laws of the world, seemed able to devour all hope and plunge the entire battlefield into despair.
"Is this Imu's power?"
Sengoku muttered, his tone calm but unable to conceal the suppression and fury beneath it.
The fighting around them stalled for an instant. As if sensing something, countless eyes turned toward the confrontation between the two powerhouses.
Enemy and ally alike felt an invisible threat. The oppression rising from the depths of their hearts involuntarily slowed their movements.
Even the strongest warriors felt an inescapable terror at that moment.
The soldiers still locked in fierce combat briefly froze at that hoarse, furious question.
The air reeked of blood and was thick with gunpowder smoke, yet everyone still found their eyes drawn to the standoff between Jin An and Imu.
A complex light flickered in every gaze—
Awe, confusion, anger, and even an indescribable terror.
"Jin An and Imu..."
A soldier murmured in disbelief,
"Could even Jin An be unable to deal with Imu's power?"
Another warrior stared fixedly at the center of the battlefield. Fear and bewilderment tangled in his heart. He said nothing, yet he was already frozen by a