A twisted, frenzied grin appeared on Imu's godlike face.
Countless enormous hands descended from the heavens like divine punishment before the apocalypse, dragging down the weight of the entire sky as they crushed everything beneath them.
Those palms blanketed the horizon, as if they intended to grind all of Elbaf, along with the very horizon itself, into dust.
And their target was only one person—Jin An.
He stood upon land shrouded in dense shadow, as though he were resisting the darkness of an entire world.
"This world... was meant to belong to me."
Imu murmured, the voice seeming to rise from an endless abyss. It seeped into every soul, making everyone's heartbeat seem to stop for an instant.
The sky trembled, the earth wailed, and the air let out a sharp tearing sound like a curtain being ripped apart.
Each of Imu's enormous hands carried terrifying power of laws—the origins of beginning, destruction, and suppression converged within them. Wherever they passed, space twisted, and even time seemed to slow.
Yet Jin An did not retreat in the face of it all.
There was no fear in his eyes, only calmness—and even a trace of disdain.
The instant those terrifying giant hands were about to reach him, the entire world seemed to press pause.
"Boom—!"
In an instant, an incomparably dazzling golden radiance erupted from the center of the crushing hands. Like Thunderbolt piercing the nine heavens, countless rays of light converged into a pillar and blasted through the clouds.
It was power that seemed capable of piercing even the heavens, sweeping across the battlefield with soul-shaking flames of light.
Imu's expression froze.
Within that boundless radiance, Jin An's figure slowly emerged.
Golden, sacred fighting spirit wrapped around his entire body. His cloak snapped in the wind, and he shone as