#539 - Chapter 539: A Meteor Breaking Through the Sky
The Five Elders stood in the center of the battlefield, their presence like mountains, their gazes as cold as ice.
Jaygarcia Saturn's fist was clenched tightly, his knuckles white from the force;
Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro's centaur form lowered slightly, his ice sword drooping, and the surrounding area was filled with cold air;
Marcus Mars's tattered figure struggled to stand up, his wings drooping, and he vigilantly surveyed his surroundings;
And Shepherd Ju Peter lurked underground, his occasional tentacles gently swaying, capturing every movement.
"Where is he?"
Jaygarcia Saturn whispered, his tone suppressed and tinged with annoyance.
Their gazes swept across every corner of the battlefield like radar, sensing every faint breath, but Jin-An's figure remained like a ghost, without a trace.
An uneasy silence filled the air, as if even the wind was suppressed and dared not flow.
......
In this stagnant silence, Jin-An's figure suddenly appeared at the other end of the battlefield.
His appearance was unannounced, but it carried the force of a thunderbolt.
"Made with Kuma's genes?"
His voice was calm, with a hint of sarcasm and pity, as if he were commenting on the creature in front of him.
The Seraphim before him was tall and mighty, with a blank expression.
His arms were covered in heavy armor, and the black wings on his back trembled slightly, carrying a cold sense of oppression.
However, in front of Jin-An, it was like a clumsy toy.
Jin-An's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight into the cold shell of this biological weapon, as if to see deeper into it.
"Unfortunately, you can't reach his state of mind."
Jin-An said softly, his voice carrying a hint of regret, as if lamenting that there couldn't be more people as gentle as Kuma.
He gripped his long sword, and the blade drew an arc in the air, like a shooting star piercing the sky on an autumn night, carrying a deadly edge.
"Disappear."
The blade flashed, and in the next instant, this Seraphim evaporated from the battlefield like sand in the wind, without leaving a trace.
And that Seraphim didn't even see Jin-An's blade light before it died.
"Jin-An!!!" Jaygarcia Saturn's roar was deafening, and his eyes revealed unconcealable anger and shock.
They failed to detect Jin-An's movements in time, and even watched as the Seraphim was killed, which was not only a destruction of their battlefield layout, but also a provocation to their majesty.
"How the hell did this guy do it?"
Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro cursed in a low voice, gripping his ice sword tightly, and the cold air suddenly increased, freezing the ground beside him.
"......"
And Jin-An disappeared again in the shocked and angry gazes of everyone.
His figure seemed to blend into the air, and even the surrounding killing intent dissipated, leaving only a faint sigh.
"The prey is always confused about the hunter's position, but the hunter always knows his target."
His voice seemed to echo in every corner of the battlefield, and also seemed to drill directly into the ears of the Five Elders.
The battlefield fell silent once again.
The destruction of the Seraphim brought about a change in the battle situation, and Jin-An's hunt continued.
He was like an invisible wind, silently traveling through the battlefield, and the Five Elders, these once invincible existences, felt the suffocating feeling of being controlled for the first time.
The air froze again, and countless creatures on the battlefield held their breath.
"He will be back."
Marcus Mars murmured, staring intently at a certain direction, as if expecting the next storm.
And this storm was being controlled by Jin-An.
The moment Jin-An swung his sword, the battlefield seemed to be torn in half.
He killed the most threatening Seraphim with his own strength, and the momentum like a hurricane swept through the enemy's camp, and also swept away the haze in the hearts of his allies.
On the main battlefield, the New Navy, the Whitebeard Pirates, and the Giant Tribe warriors finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Their enemies were briefly panicked by the impact of the Haki and the destruction of the Seraphim, which allowed the originally precarious front line to regain its footing.
"Haha, see that! They also have times when they get frustrated!"
A New Navy member laughed and waved his blade, taking the opportunity to knock down an enemy.
His companion couldn't help but reply, his tone filled with uncontrollable joy:
"We've been put down so much before, and now it feels so good to see them in a mess!"
The members of the Whitebeard Pirates were not to be outdone. A burly man patted the shoulder of his companion next to him and laughed heartily:
"Happy! This battle is worth it. With Commander-in-Chief Jin-An here, what do we have to be afraid of?"
However, not everyone was overwhelmed by this moment of victory.
A Giant Tribe warrior waved his giant axe and chopped down an enemy who was trying to fight back.
He didn't stop, but reminded in a deep voice: "Don't relax! There are still many enemies!"
His voice was low and powerful, like thunder, making the warriors who had just begun to relax suddenly regain their senses.
"Commander-in-Chief Jin-An is indeed strong, but we can't rely on him alone!"
A New Navy veteran shouted in a low voice, with a bit of self-blame and guilt.
Another young warrior nodded in agreement: "Yes! We have to work harder too, we can't rely on him entirely!"
He gripped the weapon in his hand, his eyes becoming more determined.
With this reminder, the morale of the allied forces became even higher.
Their laughter did not disappear, but turned into flames of fighting spirit, burning fiercely on the battlefield.
"Let these guys see that we are not pushovers either!" A Whitebeard Pirates captain grinned and took the lead in charging, launching a fierce counterattack.
The Giant Tribe warriors raised their weapons one after another, pressing towards the enemy like mountains.
The slogans of the New Navy members resounded throughout the battlefield, and the light of swords and swords intertwined into one piece.
And Jin-An stood at the other end of the battlefield, his eyes calm, silently watching the fierce battle of his allies.
He did not participate in the subsequent frontal battle, but vaguely sensed a new threat approaching.
"Let's test it again, let's see what else you're hiding." Jin-An gripped his long sword, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The rhythm of the battlefield was regained, and a new crisis was brewing.
On the battlefield of Elbaf, the air was filled with the smell of blood and iron. Roars and the sounds of weapons colliding rose and fell one after another. The New Navy, which had seemed precarious, was now gaining the upper hand.
The changes brought by Jin-An were like levers that moved the battlefield. His Haki and the destruction of the Seraphim instantly reversed the balance of power between the enemy and us.
New Navy with high morale
A young New Navy warrior slashed an enemy to the ground, looked back at his companion, and grinned: "Look, they are starting to retreat! This is our chance!"
Another veteran blocked an incoming artillery fire with his shield, patted the dust on his shoulder, and sneered: "Retreat? It's just a pretense, let's give them some color to see!"
As the shouts of killing resounded through the sky, the morale of the New Navy was like a prairie fire. They were no longer suppressed, and the battle formation was like a sword out of its sheath, piercing fiercely into the enemy's line.
