Chapter 601 Im Appears
Deep in Pangu City, in front of the throne shrouded in endless shadows, Im slowly stood up.
Her movements were neither fast nor slow, but at that moment, the entire space seemed to tremble.
An indescribable pressure filled the air, and the invisible power spread out like ripples. Even the surrounding light seemed to be distorted, making the huge black throne behind her even more unfathomable.
Her eyes remained cold, penetrating the mirror image in front of her and reaching the deepest part of the battlefield.
In the picture, Jin An is tearing the enemy apart with his blade, Whitebeard's laughter echoes in the chaotic battlefield, and Loki transforms into a black dragon, with angry flames sweeping across the world.
And those rebels are also pouring into the battlefield, trying their best to fight against the oppression of the world government.
The corners of Yim's mouth slightly raised, a smile mixed with mockery and curiosity, as if she was watching a farce that was not unexpected to her.
She raised her hand and lightly tapped the mirror with her slender fingers, and ripples suddenly appeared on the screen.
Her eyes were deep and cold, revealing a kind of superior indifference.
"these people……"
She whispered, her voice like a whisper from the abyss, echoing in the silent palace.
"It's kind of useful in this game."
Her voice was soft, but it carried an irresistible pressure, as if the ruler of this world was judging the chess pieces on the board.
She lightly stroked the mirror with her fingertips again, and the scene switched to the rebels who were swarming in.
Countless ordinary people took up arms, with anger and hope burning in their eyes, and rushed towards the World Government's front line.
Yim watched all this without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.
She shook her head slightly, with a hint of contempt in her tone:
"Poor fools, do you think you can shake me by banding together?
But... the more lively the drama, the happier I am."
She chuckled softly, and the laughter was low and strange, like the sound of a ghost floating in the air, which made people shudder.
She lifted her feet lightly, her steps slow and graceful, her black robe dragging on the ground, as if carrying the silent breath of death.
With every step taken, the surrounding space seemed to vibrate slightly, the feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger, and even the air seemed thinner.
"After watching the show for so long, it's time to get a little more personally involved."
There was a hint of teasing in her voice, as if she was not in a hurry to end this farce, but wanted to move the chessboard herself and bring the drama to a climax.
She slowly walked towards a door leading to the outside world. The door was towering into the clouds, surrounded by dark red runes. Each rune looked like some kind of ancient spell, emitting a cold light.
She stood in front of the door, raised her hand slightly, and her fingertips passed through the void.
As she moved, the door slowly opened, and a dazzling beam of light shot out from behind the door, as if cutting the entire space apart.
"Jin'an, Whitebeard, Loki..."
She whispered these names softly, with a hint of interest in her tone.
"Let me see how much pleasure your struggle can bring me."
As she stepped into the beam of light, a low vibration sound suddenly rang out from the depths of the originally quiet Pangu City.
The shadows around the palace began to surge wildly, twisting like living things, as if welcoming their master.
And Im's figure became increasingly hazy in the light column, but she exuded an extremely powerful aura, as if the power of the entire world was concentrated in her alone.
At the same time, Jin An and others on the battlefield were still fighting hard.
Blade light, black flames, and shock waves intertwined into one, and everything around was reduced to ashes under this destructive force.
Jin An swung his sword and split the last clone in half, blood gushing out.
He took a breath, looked around, and found that the number of enemies was very small.
"It seems that these things have finally been cleaned up."
Jin An whispered, with a hint of relief in his tone.
His body relaxed slightly, but his inner alertness did not decrease in the slightest.
He knew that the battle was far from over.
Whitebeard was holding a long sword, standing among the corpses, grinning and saying:
"Hahaha! These guys are so vulnerable! Next, is it the turn of the mastermind to show up?"
Loki transformed into a human form and slowly fell from the air. He crossed his arms over his chest and sneered:
“That Yimu…he really hid it well.
I want to see what she is capable of.”
However, just as they took a moment to catch their breath, the sky suddenly became dark.
A dazzling beam of light shot towards the sky from the direction of Pangu City, illuminating the entire battlefield in a cold white color.
A low vibration sound could be heard faintly from the beam of light, as if some indescribable force was slowly approaching.
Jin An's brows furrowed suddenly, and he quickly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the direction of the beam of light:
"Is that... the depths of Pangu City?"
The air pressure suddenly increased, and even breathing became heavy.
Whitebeard clenched his sword tightly, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression:
"It seems that the real enemy is coming."
Loki's eyes flashed with excitement, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised:
"Are you finally willing to show up? That's perfect. Let me see how powerful that so-called mastermind is!"
At this moment, an extremely powerful pressure enveloped the entire battlefield, and it felt like the weight of the entire world was pressing down on everyone.
Everyone stopped what they were doing involuntarily and looked in the direction of the light column.
In the beam of light, a vague figure gradually emerged. It was a slender figure that exuded endless majesty.
Her steps were slow and graceful, her black robe swaying slightly in the light, and her eyes were as cold as the abyss as she stared directly at Jin An and others on the battlefield.
Im is here.
She stood in the column of light, like a god descending from the sky, overlooking the battlefield.
She didn't say a word, but the invisible pressure made everyone feel suffocated.
Jin An gripped the long sword tightly, his eyes were cold, his body leaned forward slightly, ready to attack at any time.
"finally come……"
He whispered, his voice carrying a solemnity that he had never heard before.
A faint smile appeared on Yim's lips, and that smile was full of disdain and confidence that he was in control of everything.
She raised her hand gently, her voice low and cold:
"Now, the game can begin."
Im's arrival was like an extremely sharp knife, cutting through all the noise on the battlefield.
She walked out slowly from the beam of light, her cold eyes like a god looking down at ants, without a trace of warmth.
The air seemed to be frozen under her feet, and the moment her footsteps landed lightly, the entire battlefield became eerily quiet.
The battlefield, which was filled with shouts and cries of killing just now, was now plunged into dead silence.
The sound of the wind seemed to be suppressed. Although the smell of blood was still pervasive, there was no more noise of human voices. The only sound was the light footsteps coming slowly from Im's feet, as clear as the beat of a drum beating deep in one's soul.
Those remaining rebels, who had been fighting desperately, were now unable to move due to this invisible pressure, and even breathing became difficult.
They stood stiffly in place, their eyes filled with fear, the weapons in their hands began to tremble, and some even fell to their knees weakly, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down their foreheads.
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