#614 - Chapter 614: Rebellious Pacifist
Just as Jin was gathering all his strength, preparing to counterattack, Im's almost unparalleled attack quietly descended.
Her palm transformed into a dark shadow, swiftly pressing down on Jin, the air freezing under its movement.
Without any warning or extra movements, Im's strike was like a destructive rainstorm.
"Rumble!"
A massive explosion echoed in the air, the shockwaves almost shaking the entire battlefield.
Jin's figure was directly hit, like an out-of-control cannonball, slamming heavily into the ground.
In that instant, all eyes were drawn to it, the focus of the entire battlefield converging on this impact.
"Bang!"
Jin's body collided with the ground, a thunderous impact shattering the surrounding rocks, dust flying, the air thick with heavy dust.
The intense shockwave almost obscured everyone's vision, and the battlefield suddenly became chaotic.
Dust enveloped the battlefield, and people could only vaguely see a cloud of dust stirred up by the explosion, the atmosphere instantly freezing.
All eyes were focused on that cloud of dust, waiting to see if Jin's figure could rise again.
Finally, after a few seconds, the dust began to slowly dissipate, revealing Jin's figure.
He slowly struggled to stand up from the ground, his movements clumsy and difficult.
Blood seeped from his torn clothes, flowing down his body, staining the earth red.
Deep in his abdomen was a terrifying wound, blood constantly gushing out, staining his clothes, even dripping from the wound, spreading across the ground.
Jin coughed, his face pale, his breathing becoming rapid and heavy.
The intense pain in his abdomen almost made him lose consciousness, but he forced himself to stand firm.
There was no trace of retreat in his eyes, and although he was covered in blood and had suffered a fatal blow, his gaze remained calm and firm, even with a hint of fighting spirit.
He knew that he didn't have much time left, but he still didn't give up.
"Is this your limit?"
Im's voice was cold and somewhat mocking, standing far away, seemingly unaffected by the battle.
A cold smile flashed in her eyes, looking at Jin's appearance, her words revealing a hint of contempt.
"Did you think you could do anything in front of me?"
Jin's face was pale, his hair disheveled, but his eyes shone with a tenacious and unyielding light.
He didn't immediately respond to Im's words, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the pain in his heart, his lips trembled slightly, but he still remained calm.
"No... it's not over yet."
Jin whispered to himself, his tone with a certain determination.
Even though he had been hit so hard by Im's attack this time, he had not completely lost his fighting spirit.
He knew that he was standing on the edge of life and death, but he would never give in.
"I'm still alive."
Jin thought silently, although the pain in his body was almost unbearable, he knew that he bore the hope of the entire world, and he had to persevere in this battle until the end.
He endured the pain in his abdomen, clenched his fists, and felt the power gradually rising within him.
His eyes flashed with the fire of uncompromising determination, that unyielding will made him cheer up again.
He took a deep breath, and despite being so badly injured, Jin still didn't choose to give up.
His body trembled violently, but his eyes flashed with fearless light.
"Is this all you want, Im?"
He opened his mouth with difficulty, his tone revealing an undeniable power.
Im was slightly stunned, looking at Jin, who was still standing tall, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Facing this blood-stained man, he could still stand so strong, which surprised her somewhat.
However, she immediately sneered, her eyes refilled with coldness.
"Then let's continue."
Im's voice was once again as cold as ice,
"But don't disappoint me again."
Jin bit his teeth hard and walked towards Im with difficulty.
Although his body could no longer support his perfect movements, the determination to persevere to the end had never been extinguished.
He gripped his broken longsword tightly, his eyes extremely firm.
This battle, although extremely difficult for him, he would never bow his head in front of Im.
On the other side of Mariejois, the battle situation was almost completely out of control.
The forces resisting the World Government were struggling to hold on under the fierce offensive, although they were numerous, they gradually fell into despair in the face of powerful enemies.
The entire battlefield was filled with a strong bloody smell, and countless fallen warriors lay everywhere.
Blood stained the earth red, and the smoke and scorched earth in the air made everyone's mood extremely heavy.
The rebels, who were once ambitious, now faced life-and-death threats.
Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence on the battlefield.
"Rumble!"
The deafening explosion shook the entire battlefield like thunder, the surrounding buildings and rocks were shaken by the violent shock wave, dust flying, the entire space seemed to be swallowed by this loud noise.
The rebels instinctively lowered their heads, avoiding the storm brought by the shockwave.
However, when they raised their heads, they were dumbfounded by the scene before them.
The enemies who surrounded them were suddenly attacked.
First, some black shadows quickly passed by, followed by another violent explosion, the enemy's ranks began to scatter under the fierce attack.
The warriors' eyes instantly locked onto the source of the attacks - it was the Pacifistas and Seraphims!
Like lightning, they quickly changed their targets, suddenly turning to the World Government's forces, and launched a counterattack.
"This... how is this possible?"
One of the rebels muttered in shock.
They simply couldn't believe their eyes, the ones who were supposed to be their enemies, now turned around and stood on the same side as them.
The figures of the Pacifistas surged like a tide, the Seraphims' sharp claws tore through the air, striking the enemy's vital points.
The original enemy forces began to panic, the betrayal caught them off guard.
"We... can we win?"
One of the rebels finally reacted, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.
They looked at the Seraphims descending from the sky, listening to the steady footsteps of the Pacifistas, as if they saw the final dawn.
The previously desperate battlefield seemed to have a turning point at this moment.
The attacks launched by the Seraphims were like divine soldiers descending from the sky, their powerful and sharp combat power instantly changed the situation.
One by one, the Seraphims rose into the air, appearing like gods above the enemies, launching attacks without hesitation.
Huge flames, like flames erupting from hell, instantly burned the surrounding enemies to ashes.
The World Government forces, which were originally aggressive, had almost no power to fight back in the face of the Seraphims' fierce offensive.
At the same time, the arrival of the Seraphims made the battle situation even more confusing.
Their fighting style was unique, exuding an aura of calmness and rationality in their gestures.
They quickly organized a counter-attacking force, calmly dealing with the enemy.
Even in the face of the World Government's invincible warriors, they were not afraid, closely cooperated, covered each other, and gradually suppressed the enemy.
"Is this the ending you wanted?"
One of the Seraphims said coldly, his eyes burning with unquenchable anger.
His eyes were bright and piercing, as if they could completely defeat the enemy.
He waved the sword in his hand, cutting through the enemy's defenses. At the same time, another Pacifista cooperated from the side, tacitly consuming the enemy's strength.
The rebels stood aside, watching all this in surprise.
They once thought they were isolated, once thought there was no hope, but now, they saw a turning point.
The World Government forces, which seemed unshakable before, suddenly fell into an unprecedented predicament.
"Is this... redemption?"
One of the rebels murmured, his eyes full of gratitude and disbelief.
