#462 - Chapter 462 A New Beginning

When Imu's body, which had been shattered into countless pieces, rapidly reassembled and returned to its original state before everyone's eyes, the battlefield, already shocked by Jin-an's earth-shattering strike, once again felt an unspeakable shock and fear.

This could no longer be explained by ordinary battle rules, as if it were a miracle transcending life and death, plunging everyone into a deep and unbelievable bewilderment.

However, in that instant, Jin-an's figure moved again like a gust of wind.

For him, although the Five Elders possessed incredible regenerative abilities, this "rebirth" was by no means unlimited.

His intuition told him that as long as he was fast enough and killed enough, he could always find their limit and completely eliminate these immortal monsters.

"Sixth Month Blizzard!"

Jin-an's low roar was like thunder exploding in the sky, his sword drawing a cold arc in the air.

As this sword energy surged out, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, and a violent wind suddenly swept in from all directions, with dark clouds rolling and instantly obscuring all sunlight.

The sky seemed to crack open, and countless snowflakes were born out of thin air, slowly falling from the sky.

However, these snowflakes were not ordinary winter snow, but carried the power of Jin-an's peerless strike.

Each snowflake flickered with a cold light, like thousands of miniature blades, mixed with a chilling sword energy, falling from the sky and enveloping the entire battlefield.

The snowflakes danced in the wind, weaving into a white rain of swords, firmly encompassing the Five Elders and all hostile forces.

The sound of snowflakes passing through the air was like a sharp whistle, and when they fell on the enemy, they brought not coldness, but a tearing pain.

Those elite warriors of the God's Knights, before they could react, felt a bone-piercing chill invade their bodies, followed by the feeling of flesh being torn apart.

The snowflakes fell on their armor, piercing through directly like ice knives, and blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by painful wails.

The Five Elders standing at the forefront were completely submerged by the flying snow.

Their bodies were constantly torn apart and reassembled in the frenzy of sword energy, as if trapped in an inescapable cycle.

Each time a snowflake fell, their flesh was cut open and blood splattered, and the wound quickly healed, only to be torn apart again.

Such repetition was undoubtedly the ultimate mockery of "eternal life."

Even the Five Elders faintly revealed a bit of undisguised anger and unease on their faces.

Kuzan and Shanks stood on the edge of the battlefield, watching all of this with concern.

Kuzan couldn't help but mutter to himself: "This kind of attack... makes you wonder if it's from this world."

Shanks frowned slightly, he could feel the extreme killing intent and desperate determination contained in this sword technique, as if Jin-an alone would use the blade in his hand to shake the entire world government's prestige.

The marines felt a mixture of emotions, their eyes almost unable to leave the white sword rain.

Jin-an's back looked so lonely and firm in the flying snow, each step seeming to walk closer to an unknown boundary between life and death.

However, even so, his pace was still so resolute, as if he wanted to completely conquer this hellish battlefield with his own strength.

In the fluttering snow, Jin-an's voice sounded again, with an unquestionable determination: "Since you are so obsessed with immortality, then I will cut you until you can no longer recover!"

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Jin-an's attack was as merciless as a blizzard, and the flying snow sword energy brought a heavy sense of oppression to everyone in it, as if only endless coldness and sword blades that tore everything apart remained between heaven and earth.

Those enemies who were enveloped by the attack finally felt a deep fear and panic.

Especially the Five Elders, their "immortal body," which they had always been proud of, began to appear fragile in the face of this continuous rain of swords.

Although the wounds on their bodies could heal quickly, the pain of being constantly torn, healed, and torn again was like an endless nightmare, pulling at every nerve.

When Saint Izanbaron V. Nusjuro felt the excruciating pain of his chest being pierced once again by the snowflake sword energy, his eyes suddenly shrank, and anger and fear intertwined in his eyes.

He realized that if he did not quickly break Jin-an's offensive, this attack would erode their power non-stop.

"We can't go on like this!"

He roared, and the black flames on his body suddenly burned more fiercely, dispelling the cold sword energy surrounding him, revealing the huge, skeletal horse bone form.

Immediately, he raised his long sword and slashed at the sky, and the huge black sword energy turned into a torrent of flames, soaring into the sky, trying to tear apart the cold that enveloped the earth.

At the same time, the other four Five Elders were not to be outdone, and each burst out with their supreme power.

Saint Jaygarcia Saturn's muscles swelled, and the magic power hidden in his body spewed out like a volcano. His sharp lower limbs waved wildly, tearing through the air, and shattering the attacking flying snow sword energy into powder.

Saint Topman Warcury transformed into a huge beast, his roar deafening, as if he wanted to devour the entire world and tear the flying blades to shreds.

The remaining two also used their trump cards, and the aura of darkness and the power of destruction permeated the entire battlefield.

Their joint eruption stirred up an energy storm that swept around, as if to evaporate all the ice and snow.

Five different forces intertwined to form a huge barrier, attempting to break free from Jin-an's blockade and regain the initiative.

The atmosphere of the battlefield suddenly changed due to their counterattack, and the heaven and earth were filled with their roaring shouts and the huge roar of tearing the air.

Each soaring power was accompanied by their unshakable confidence and absolute arrogance - they were the existence at the top of the world, the five people who were at the highest point of power. No matter how strong Jin-an was, he was just a small mortal. How could he shake the majesty of these "gods"?

However, in the intense energy interweaving, Jin-an's figure became clearer and more unshakable.

He stood in the wind and snow, his blade tightly gripped, his eyes as cold as ever.

Facing the great power erupted by the Five Elders, not only did he not retreat in the slightest, but he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, as if mocking their futile struggle.

"Do you think you can ignore everything just because you are powerful?" Jin-an's voice sounded in the wind, cold and without a trace of emotion. "In the face of life and death, the real strong will never fear the vanity of any 'gods'."

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared again, like an elusive ghost, with an unstoppable momentum, and once again cut into the encirclement of the Five Elders.

Those enemies who thought they had torn apart Jin-an's offensive now realized that this was just the beginning of his more violent attack.