Chapter 644 The Injured God
Jinan's blade came down like thunder, slashing at Yimu's shoulder.
Blood splattered, dyeing the battlefield red.
The knife was heavy and sharp, carrying all of Jin An's strength, and finally broke the seemingly invincible barrier.
"She... is really hurt!"
A soldier in the rebel army exclaimed, his voice filled with incredible excitement and excitement.
At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed suddenly.
All along, Yim has been as invulnerable as a god. Her endless power and cold gaze make people feel despair.
However, now, everyone witnessed with their own eyes the first time that this "god" revealed his mortal side.
"She's going to get hurt! She's not invincible!"
The rebels looked at each other, joy and hope gradually appearing on their faces.
The soldiers who were originally trembling with fear now clenched their weapons tightly, with a burning desire to fight in their eyes.
Jin An was breathing heavily, and the blade in his hand was shaking slightly.
He felt the weight of the knife and also felt the power of Im.
His eyes were fixed on the enemy in front of him, paying attention to her every subtle movement.
He knew that the injured Im was still dangerous, but this time, he saw the dawn of victory.
However, Yimu's reaction gave everyone a chill.
She stood there, trembling slightly, with a complicated and distorted expression on her face.
She looked down at the wound on her shoulder. Blood slowly flowed down her fair skin and dripped onto the ground.
The bright red color seemed more dazzling than any killing.
"……Blood?"
She murmured, her voice low and hollow, as if confirming the facts before her.
Then, her expression suddenly changed.
Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her eyes were filled with disbelief and raging anger.
Her cold and elegant face was now twisted by anger, as if it was torn apart.
"Hundreds of years..."
She whispered, with a tremor in her voice.
"No one has been able to make me bleed for hundreds of years... How dare you... How dare you hurt me!!!"
Her voice went from deep to angry, and finally almost a roar.
As she roared, a huge amount of energy burst out from her body, as if the entire world was shaking in her anger.
The air around her became hot and oppressive, and the ground beneath her feet began to crack, as if it could not withstand her tremendous anger.
The joy and hope that had just been ignited among the rebels were once again suppressed by her anger at this moment.
The invisible pressure loomed over their heads like a mountain, making them feel suffocated.
Some soldiers couldn't help but take a few steps back, with cold sweat on their foreheads.
"How could this woman... still have such strong power?!"
A soldier said in a trembling voice, his legs began to weaken and the hands holding the weapon trembled slightly.
"Don't retreat! She's injured! She's no longer the invincible god!"
Another rebel commander yelled, trying to calm the troops.
However, Im's anger swept across the battlefield like a hurricane. Her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and appeared next to a rebel soldier the next second.
Her palm chopped down like a sharp blade, directly cutting the soldier and his weapon in half. Blood splattered and the body fell to the ground.
"die!"
Yim spat out a word coldly, without a trace of mercy in his eyes.
Seeing this, Jin An rushed over, his long sword cutting through the air and slashing Im's back.
However, Yimu's perception was extremely sharp. She turned at the last moment and caught the blade with one hand.
The force was so great that it actually blocked Jin An's full-strength attack.
“Jin’an… Do you think you can win with the help of these people?
madness!
They are nothing but cannon fodder, ants!
And you are just a slightly stronger bug!"
Yimu roared and exerted force suddenly, knocking Jinan's blade away.
Jin An's body was pushed back several steps by the huge recoil force. His arms felt numb, but his eyes remained firm.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing again, and gripped the long sword tightly.
“Imm… after hundreds of years, you have forgotten what pain feels like.
The angrier you get, the more it proves that you are just a human being who can get hurt and bleed."
Jin An said coldly, and although his voice was low, it reached the ears of every rebel soldier.
These words ignited the morale of the rebels like a flame.
They gripped their weapons tightly, looked at each other, and then roared together and rushed towards Im.
“For freedom!
For the future!
Kill her! "
Yim's eyes became colder and colder. She raised her hand and dark energy quickly gathered in her palm.
She waved her hands violently, and a dark storm swept out, blowing away several rebel soldiers who were at the forefront.
However, these soldiers did not retreat. They continued to charge, using their lives to fight for every minute and every second for Jinan.
Jinan seized the opportunity again and rushed towards Yim, with the blade slashing her chest with a thunderous momentum.
"This time, even if you are a god, I will pull you down from the altar!"
Jinan roared, and the blade streaked across the sky like a meteor, heading straight for Yimu's heart.
The situation on the battlefield reached a fever pitch at this moment.
Yim stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by broken corpses and burning ruins, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and scorched earth.
Her figure was still tall and straight, but the once invincible dominance began to become shaky.
The wound on her shoulder was still bleeding, and the bright red liquid slid down her arm and dripped onto the ground, splashing a scarlet pattern.
She stared at Jin An not far away.
The man's body was also covered with scars, his face was pale, and his breathing was disordered, but his eyes were still as sharp as a knife, piercing deep into her heart.
Yim found that each of her attacks could no longer suppress Jinan as absolutely as before, and she herself was gradually falling into a disadvantage in the battle.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she felt an unprecedented uneasiness in her heart.
This emotion was foreign and unacceptable to her.
"I... am actually hesitating?"
An unbelievable thought popped up in her mind. She frowned and her eyes flickered slightly.
"How can it be……"
She whispered through gritted teeth, her voice filled with suppressed anger and struggle.
For hundreds of years, Yim has been accustomed to a superior attitude.
She is the god who controls the world, and her power is above everything.
No matter who it is, there is only one outcome for those who resist her - death.
However, today, she felt powerless for the first time.
Faced with Jin'an's unyielding will and wave after wave of attacks, her strength was being weakened bit by bit, and the coercion that she was proud of seemed unable to suppress this human anymore.
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