The Powerful Imu

"Freeze!" Imu snapped his fingers.

A white halo appeared around Imu's hand and swiftly spread across all of Mary Geoise. By then, the A10 Intercontinental Missile in the sky was already visible to the naked eye.

Yet strangely, the A10 Intercontinental Missile, capable of reaching a speed of 3,300 meters per second, had stopped in midair.

At that moment, every person and object in Mary Geoise seemed to have been frozen, motionless as though they had become part of a painting, dropping directly from four dimensions to three.

This included Ryan, who wore a faint smile as he prepared to enjoy the show.

Only then did Imu slowly step out.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The pleasant sound of high heels striking the ground rang out with unusual clarity throughout Mary Geoise.

His slender figure swayed gracefully as he walked, like willow catkins drifting in the wind, while the black cloak draped over him clung tightly to his body.

A layer of black veil covered his face, making his features impossible to discern.

The crown on his head, with its four towering spikes, looked somewhat out of place. But no one could see any of it, because they had all become motionless wooden figures.

Imu raised his blood-red eyes, somewhat similar to the Sharingan, toward the A10 Intercontinental Missile in the sky.

"What is that?" His voice trembled slightly. This was the first time in eight hundred years that his emotions had fluctuated so violently. If the Five Elders had seen him like this, they would have been utterly shocked, for disbelief was visible in those imposing blood-red eyes.

"Why does something like this still exist?" Imu sank into his memories. Having only just awakened, he had no answer.

But the most urgent matter was to deal with the crisis before him.