#588 - Chapter 588 Meteorite
Jin, Whitebeard, and Loki joined forces, unleashing powerful combat strength. Each of their attacks carried the power to destroy everything, taking down those creatures one by one.
However, the resilience and recovery ability of these creatures made the battle exceptionally difficult.
"These things are more troublesome than the previous Five Elders," Jin said in a low voice, his blade flashing again, severing all four limbs of a creature.
However, there was not a trace of relaxation in his eyes, because even the completely destroyed creatures still tried to crawl towards them with their broken bodies.
"They are not afraid of death because they have no life at all," Whitebeard said coldly, his long blade suddenly thrusting out, pinning two creatures to the ground.
"These guys are completely killing machines."
"But they also have weaknesses!"
Jin's eyes were sharp. He had already noticed that although these creatures' movements were powerful, they seemed rigid and monotonous.
He quickly seized an opening, his blade pointing straight at the back of one of the creatures' necks,
"Their control core should be here!"
"Crack!"
The blade cut in accurately, and the creature's movements instantly froze, then crashed to the ground, never moving again.
"As expected," Jin said in a low voice, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"As long as we find their weaknesses, we can completely destroy them!"
However, Im's cold laughter still echoed in the depths of Pangaea Castle.
Through the mirror, she quietly watched all of this, a cold arc rising at the corner of her mouth.
"Interesting, you actually found their weaknesses so quickly," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of disdain.
"However… the real challenge is only just beginning."
Just as her voice fell, the creatures on the battlefield suddenly let out a low roar, and their original mechanical movements instantly became more rapid, as if some more powerful force was stimulating the potential hidden within them.
Jin's eyes narrowed, and the hand holding the sword slightly tightened:
"It seems that this battle is far from over!"
At the edge of the distant battlefield, Issho stood on a slightly higher ruin. He stood there quietly, as if detached from all the chaos.
However, the moment those creatures released by Im appeared on the battlefield, his brow suddenly furrowed.
Although he could not see the forms of these creatures, he clearly sensed their aura—an aura of oppression, coldness, and a mad desire for destruction.
"This aura…" Issho murmured, his fingers slowly rising and pressing on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
His expression was still calm, but there was a hint of gravity between his eyebrows that was hard to ignore.
His hand slowly gripped the hilt of the sword, the movement as smooth as flowing water, and then, his eyes slowly opened.
Those eyes were all white, the pupils had long been destroyed. They seemed blind, but gave people a sense of inexplicable chill.
He did not make any extra movements, just gently pulled the sword from its scabbard.
"Clang—"
The moment the blade was unsheathed, the surrounding air suddenly sank, as if it had been severely compressed by an invisible giant hand.
The airflow in the entire area seemed to stagnate. The air, which was usually invisible and intangible, now seemed to have turned into a substantial force, silently pressing down on everyone present.
Jin, Whitebeard, Loki, and the other warriors on the battlefield all felt an unprecedented sense of oppression at this moment.
This sense of oppression was not the killing intent brought by the enemy, but an invisible weight, as if the entire world was being pulled down to collapse.
"What's going on?" Loki frowned, looking around, his eyes filled with a hint of vigilance.
"This feeling, could it be that the enemy has come up with new tricks again?"
Whitebeard also stopped his movements, his long blade trembled slightly, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes:
"The air… is not right.
Whose is this aura?"
Jin did not speak, he tightened the long sword in his hand, and raised his head to feel the changes around him.
That invisible sense of oppression made his breathing slightly heavy, but at the same time, he also vaguely noticed a familiar aura.
Just as everyone was wondering, the distant sky suddenly darkened, as if a huge shadow had covered the sunlight.
Looking up, a huge and hazy black spot appeared in the sky, and the black spot was falling towards the battlefield at an extremely fast speed.
"Meteorite!" A cry of surprise resounded across the battlefield, breaking the brief silence.
Everyone looked up, and the expressions on their faces instantly became extremely horrified.
In the sky, the meteorite was wrapped in blazing flames and thick smoke, dragging a long trail as it fell from the sky.
Its volume was huge, but its speed was terrifyingly fast, as if it would hit the ground in the next second, turning the entire battlefield into ruins.
"What is this?!" Loki widened his eyes, and the hand holding the warhammer trembled slightly.
His eyes stared at the meteorite, and the arrogant smile on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented shock.
Whitebeard also showed a rare solemn expression, his long blade slowly raised, his eyes with a hint of deep dread:
"Someone can control such power… Who is it?"
Jin's eyes turned to the distance at this moment, his eyes became more and more stern, and the long sword in his hand was slightly raised.
He had already noticed that the source of this power was that person in the distance—that blind swordsman, Issho, who had always remained silent but existed like an abyss.
"It's him…" Jin said in a low voice, his tone containing both surprise and some complex emotions.
And on that ruin, Issho's sword had been completely unsheathed, his body leaning slightly forward, his entire aura like a volcano about to erupt, enveloping everything around him.
His expression was still calm, even with a hint of indifference, but those white pupils seemed to penetrate the heavens and the earth, pointing directly at the core of the battlefield.
"Since these things have already appeared, then there is no need to delay any longer," His voice was low, but full of power,
"Clean them up, don't waste time."
He gently waved the sword in his hand, the movement seemed casual, but the entire air vibrated violently with it.
The speed of the meteorite suddenly accelerated, its flames became more blazing, and the trail cut through the sky, as if even the sky had been split in half.
That was a destructive force, with absolute pressure, enveloping both the enemy and us on the entire battlefield.
Those creatures released by Im also paused at this moment, and a faint wave seemed to flash in their empty eyes, as if they were sensing some irresistible force.
"Is he crazy?!" Loki came back to his senses and suddenly raised his warhammer.
"This blow is not just to kill the enemy, but also to clean us up together?"
Jin was not flustered. His eyes were always locked on the meteorite in the sky, his eyes showing a kind of calmness and decisiveness.
He said softly: "No, he knows what he is doing."
The meteorite crashed down with destructive power, its target pointing directly at the center of the battlefield, those killing machines released by Im.
These creatures had no fear, no retreat, and still faced the meteorite with mechanical movements, but their bodies seemed so small under the blazing light of the meteorite.
"Boom—!"
The huge impact sound resounded through the heavens and the earth. The meteorite burst into a dazzling light the moment it touched the ground, accompanied by monstrous flames and shock waves, directly engulfing those creatures.
The ground cracked under the powerful impact, and dust and rubble scattered, as if the entire battlefield had been torn apart by a huge hand.
Those creatures did not even have time to scream, and were crushed into powder by the power of the meteorite.
The shock wave swept through, destroying everything around it. Dust and smoke filled the battlefield, obscuring everyone's vision.
"This guy… is really crazy," Loki gritted his teeth, blocking the dust raised by the shock wave, his voice with a hint of shock,
"But… he is indeed ridiculously strong."
Whitebeard put away his usual smile, he looked in the direction where the meteorite fell, a complex look flashed in his eyes:
"This power… is not just powerful, but complete destruction.
He can actually control it so accurately, without letting us be affected."
Jin did not speak, his eyes still locked on Issho's figure in the distance.
His hand tightened the long sword, and he said in a low voice:
"This guy… is indeed not simple."
Issho stood on the ruins, the blade slightly glowing with a cold light.
He had no extra expression, as if the shocking blow just now was just a trivial matter between waving his hands.
He slowly sheathed the sword, and his white pupils were still a piece of calm.
"It's over," he said in a low voice, turning to leave, but the suffocating pressure in the air remained for a long time.
