Chapter 642: Escape from the Trouble and the Strange Blackbeard

Jin An stood in front of Blackbeard, blood still dripping from the blade.

Although his breathing was a little rapid, the fighting spirit in his eyes was still cold and firm.

He looked down at Blackbeard who was lying on the ground and dying, but he did not relax at all.

Although this guy has lost his ability to fight, Jin An knows that people like Blackbeard are like poisonous snakes, and they may bite him at any time even when he is dying.

However, in this brief moment of calm, the air suddenly became heavy and cold.

Jin An's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately sensed a familiar and terrifying aura approaching rapidly. The pressure was so strong that it even made the surrounding battlefield seem to have come to a standstill, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation filled the air.

"here we go again……"

Jin An whispered in his heart, and his hand gripping the hilt of the knife slightly tightened, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his face from the corner of his forehead.

He didn't need to look back to know that Im - the powerful existence that could not be ignored, had returned to the battlefield.

“Hahahahaha…do you think…I’m lying…?”

Blackbeard on the ground laughed weakly, his voice was low and hoarse, but it contained a bit of mockery and a hint of twisted pleasure.

He coughed, blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, but his eyes burned with an almost morbid fanaticism.

“Jin’an… do you think this battle is over?

No, this is just the beginning... She's back."

Jin An ignored Blackbeard's provocation. He raised his head and looked directly at the figure slowly emerging from the shadows.

Im.

Her figure was like a ghost in the darkness, slowly stepping out from the crack in space.

Her face no longer had the same aloof and calm expression as before, but was now shrouded in a layer of obvious anger.

Her aura was still strong enough to suffocate people, but her condition had changed - her shoulders and arms were covered with scars from battle, and her originally spotless white robe had been stained red with blood.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her originally noble and inviolable appearance now looked a little disheveled.

"You guys really disappoint me."

Yim's voice was low, with a deep-seated anger.

She glanced at the black beard on the ground, then turned to Jin An who was standing not far away, her eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

"Do you really think that you ants can change the world?"

Her aura spread out as quickly as a hurricane, suppressing the entire battlefield so much that the air seemed to stop flowing.

Even the soldiers and rebels who were still fighting in the distance felt this tremendous pressure and involuntarily stopped what they were doing.

Jin An took a deep breath, his body slightly tensed, and all his senses were heightened to the limit.

His eyes were fixed on Im, without a trace of wavering.

"I thought we had dealt with you. It seems that I underestimated your tenacity."

Jin An's voice was low and calm, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but more of calmness.

Yim approached slowly, and every step seemed to step on the nerves of the battlefield, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.

She stopped not far away, gently raised one hand, bent her fingers slightly, and a ball of dark energy gathered in the palm of her hand. The power was stronger than before, and seemed to be mixed with some kind of heart-pounding anger.

"Jin An, do you really think that I will be defeated by people like you?"

Her tone was extremely cold, and there was a god-like majesty in her voice.

Jin An did not answer, but slowly raised the long sword in his hand, the blade flashing coldly in the sunlight.

His eyes became more focused and his body slowly sank, ready to fight at any time.

"Her aura has become stronger."

Jin An analyzed calmly in his mind, and slightly exerted force on the handle of the knife in his hand.

“But her injuries were not light either. The previous battle had obviously taken a heavy toll on her.

This is an opportunity... but also a danger.”

Yimu saw his intention and sneered, his voice full of disdain:

"Opportunity? Do you think there will be any chance left for you in this world?

Jinan, the fate of you rebels has long been determined."

As soon as she finished her words, suddenly, dark energy burst out from her palm, turning into a huge and violent beam of light, rushing straight towards Jin An.

The force of this blow was so strong that even the surrounding air was distorted, the ground was instantly blown away, and dust and debris were scattered like a storm.

Jin An's pupils shrank and his body rolled to the side suddenly, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

His movements were swift and agile, and although he managed to dodge the attack, the aftermath of the beam still caused him to retreat repeatedly, leaving a deep mark on the ground beneath his feet.

"Sure enough, it's still a monster."

Jin An took a breath and gritted his teeth in his heart.

And Yim stood there, with a hint of contempt in his eyes:

“Struggle, Jinan.

Let me see how much strength you have left."

Jin An did not respond, but steadied his body and tightened the long sword in his hand again.

There was no fear in his eyes, instead, he looked even more determined to fight.

"Since you dare to come back, let me see if you can still be as strong as before."

Jin An said in a low voice, his voice filled with cold murderous intent.

Blackbeard fell to the ground, his limbs scattered, his face hideous, and the fanaticism in his eyes was gradually replaced by pain.

Every breath he took seemed to force himself to brush against death.

The surrounding battlefield was almost enveloped in a chaos of blood and mud. As Jinan and Yim fought, the entire environment was like torn cloth, broken, fragmented, and filled with a sense of urgency that did not tolerate any breathing.

At this moment, Jin'an's figure was like a long sword cutting through the darkness, sharp and swift.

He stood in front of Blackbeard, breathing rapidly, but his eyes were unusually calm.

The knife in his hand emitted a cold light and the smell of blood filled the air around him, but he seemed to not care at all.

Every swing of the sword was a fatal blow - the blade cut through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and directly slashed towards Blackbeard's broken body.

"boom!"

With a sweep of the knife, Blackbeard's left arm was cut off again, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing on Jin'an's face.

Blackbeard howled in pain and his body twisted violently, but then his broken limbs began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye and his flesh and blood re-condensed.

Jin An didn't hesitate at all and continued to swing the second knife.

The blade flashed as cold as snow and pierced through Blackbeard's chest. It was a precise and accurate blow.

Blackbeard opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout, but only let out a low groan.

The heart, which should have been extremely hard, was now being pierced by the blade. Blood gushed out from the wound, dyeing a corner of the battlefield red.

However, what made Jin An feel the coldest was that he saw that Blackbeard's wounds had begun to heal, and the recovery speed was several times faster than before.

Although he was covered in wounds and even almost dying, this guy was still alive and still recovering tenaciously.

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