#601 - Chapter 601: Yimu Appears
Deep within Pangu City, before the throne shrouded in endless shadows, Im slowly rose to her feet.
Her movements were unhurried, yet in that instant, the entire space seemed to tremble.
An indescribable pressure permeated the air, and an invisible force spread out like ripples, even distorting the surrounding light, accentuating the unfathomable depths of the massive black throne behind her.
Her gaze remained indifferent, piercing through the mirror before her, reaching the deepest part of the battlefield.
Within the image, Jin An was tearing through enemies with his blade, Whitebeard's booming laughter echoed across the chaotic battlefield, and Loki transformed into a black dragon, his furious flames engulfing the heavens and earth.
The rebels were also pouring into the battlefield, fighting with all their might against the oppression of the World Government.
The corners of Im's lips curled into a slight arc, a smile mixed with mockery and curiosity, as if watching a farce that didn't surprise her in the least.
She raised her hand, her slender fingers gently tapping the surface of the mirror, causing ripples to spread across the image.
Her gaze was deep and cold, revealing a sense of detached superiority.
"These people..."
She said softly, her voice like a whisper from the abyss, echoing in the silent palace,
"Are somewhat useful in this game after all."
Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable pressure, like the master of this world passing judgment on the pieces on a chessboard.
Her fingertip brushed lightly across the mirror again, and the image switched to the swarming rebels.
Countless ordinary people took up arms, their eyes burning with anger and hope, charging towards the World Government's lines.
Im watched all of this, her eyes devoid of any emotion.
She gently shook her head, her tone tinged with faint contempt:
"Poor fools, thinking that banding together can shake me?
But... the more lively the drama, the more it amuses me."
She chuckled, a low and eerie sound, like a ghostly voice drifting in the air, sending chills down one's spine.
She slowly lifted her foot, her pace deliberate and elegant, her black robe trailing on the ground, as if carrying a silent aura of death.
With each step, the surrounding space seemed to vibrate slightly, the sense of oppression growing stronger, making even the air seem thin.
"After watching the play for so long, it's time to participate a little myself."
Her voice held a hint of playfulness, as if she wasn't in a hurry to end the farce, but wanted to personally manipulate the chessboard, driving the drama to its climax.
She slowly walked towards a door leading to the outside world, a door that towered into the clouds, surrounded by dark red runes, each rune like some ancient incantation, emitting a cold light.
She stood before the door, gently raising her hand, her fingertip tracing through the void.
Accompanied by her movement, the door slowly opened, and a dazzling beam of light shot out from behind the door, as if slicing the entire space apart.
"Jin An, Whitebeard, Loki..."
She murmured these names softly, her tone tinged with a faint interest,
"Let me see, just how much pleasure your struggles can bring me."
As she stepped into the beam of light, a low rumble echoed from the depths of the once-tranquil Pangu City.
The shadows around the palace began to surge wildly, twisting like living things, as if welcoming their master.
And Im's figure appeared increasingly hazy in the beam of light, yet it radiated an incomparably powerful aura, as if the power of the entire world was concentrated on her alone.
At the same time, Jin An and the others on the battlefield were still fighting fiercely.
Blade light, black flames, and shockwaves intertwined, turning everything around them to ashes under this destructive power.
Jin An wielded his long blade, cleaving the last replica in two, blood spurting out.
He gasped for breath, looking around, and found that there were few enemies left.
"It seems that these things are finally cleaned up."
Jin An said softly, his tone tinged with a hint of relief.
His body relaxed slightly, but his inner vigilance did not diminish in the slightest.
He knew that this battle was far from over.
Whitebeard carried his long blade, standing amidst a pile of corpses, grinning broadly:
"Gurararara! These guys are too weak! Next up, is it time for that mastermind to show up?"
Loki transformed into his human form, slowly descending from the sky, his arms crossed in front of his chest, sneering:
"That Im... is really hiding deep.
I'd like to see what she's capable of."
However, just as they were catching their breath, the sky suddenly turned dark.
A blinding beam of light shot from the direction of Pangu City towards the sky, bathing the entire battlefield in a cold white light.
A low rumble faintly echoed from the beam of light, as if some indescribable force was slowly approaching.
Jin An's brow furrowed sharply, and he quickly raised his head, his gaze locked onto the direction of the light column:
"That's... the depths of Pangu City?"
The air pressure suddenly increased sharply, making even breathing difficult.
Whitebeard gripped his long blade tightly, the smile on his face disappearing, replaced by a solemn expression:
"It seems the real enemy is coming."
A hint of excitement flashed in Loki's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly:
"Finally willing to show herself? Good, let me see just how strong that so-called mastermind is!"
Just then, an incomparably powerful pressure enveloped the entire battlefield, the feeling like the weight of the entire world pressing down on everyone.
Everyone involuntarily stopped their movements, their gazes all focused on the direction of the light column.
Within the light column, a blurry figure gradually emerged, a slender figure radiating endless majesty.
Her steps were slow and elegant, her black robe swaying slightly in the light, her eyes as cold as the abyss, staring directly at Jin An and the others on the battlefield.
Im had arrived.
She stood in the light column, like a deity descending from the heavens, overlooking this battlefield.
She did not speak, but the invisible pressure had already made everyone feel suffocated.
Jin An gripped his long blade tightly, his gaze cold, his body leaning slightly forward, ready to strike at any moment.
"Finally here..."
He said softly, his voice tinged with an unprecedented solemnity.
The corners of Im's lips lifted into a faint smile, a smile filled with disdain and confidence in controlling everything.
She gently raised her hand, her voice low and cold:
"Now, the game can begin."
Im's arrival was like an incomparably sharp blade, cutting through all the noise on the battlefield.
She walked slowly out of the light column, her cold eyes like those of a deity looking down on ants, devoid of any warmth.
The air seemed to freeze beneath her feet, and the moment her footsteps landed gently, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
The battlefield, which had been filled with shouts of killing just moments before, was now deathly silent.
The sound of the wind seemed to be suppressed, and although the smell of blood still permeated the air, there was no longer the noise of human voices, only the faint sound of Im's footsteps, clear as drumbeats striking deep within the soul.
Those remaining rebels, who had been desperately charging and killing, were now unable to move under the pressure of this invisible force, and even breathing became difficult.
They stood stiffly in place, their eyes filled with fear, the weapons they held tightly in their hands began to tremble, and some even knelt weakly on the ground, beads of sweat sliding down their foreheads.
