#646 - Chapter 646: Yimu's Failure and Another Beginning

Jin's eyes remained icy, the blade embedded in Imu's body, blood gushing out like a red river, staining her robes.

Although Imu's expression was distorted, her eyes revealing undisguised shock and pain, Jin had no pity. His gaze was fixed on Imu's figure, now devoid of sharpness.

He slowly withdrew the blade, standing before her, his gaze as piercing as ice, calm and unperturbed.

"You've lost, Imu."

His voice was low, carrying an indescribable determination—centuries of suppressed anger, a desire for rebellion, and a final burst of strength.

As soon as he spoke, the entire battlefield fell silent.

Time seemed to freeze, and all battles seemed to halt at that moment.

Then came a wave of cheers, instantly sweeping across the battlefield, echoing through the clouds.

"We won!"

Some rebel soldiers were so excited that they could barely contain their emotions, tears welling up in their eyes, their shouts filled with elation and relief.

"This is our victory!"

Another soldier hugged his comrade's shoulder, his voice hoarse but full of strength.

At that moment, they all felt a sense of ease and glory they had never experienced before.

Whether it was physical and mental exhaustion or decades of oppression, it all became insignificant at that moment.

Jin stood in the pool of blood, alone, still unmoving.

He knew that although the war was over, the responsibility on his shoulders remained heavy.

He heard the cheers and celebrations on the battlefield clearly, but the peace from the bottom of his heart made him sigh silently.

They had won, but the victory brought not only glory but also endless heaviness and contemplation.

As the rebel army's cheers grew louder, Jin gradually shifted his gaze from Imu's body and looked around.

The battlefield was littered with fallen soldiers, blood staining the earth. The enemy's corpses were scattered everywhere, while the members of the rebel army raised their hands one by one, crying, laughing, or tightly embracing each other, fully releasing the emotions in their hearts.

At that moment, everyone knew that they had finally won the war against tyranny.

"This war is finally over."

Jin murmured to himself, his voice so low that almost no one could hear him, but he knew that it was the voice from the depths of his heart.

He took a deep look at Imu, who was lying in a pool of blood, and finally turned his gaze to the sky.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, the warm light passing through the smoke above the battlefield, illuminating his tired but resolute face.

"Finally over."

He whispered again, this time seeming to be talking to himself, and also to every warrior on the battlefield.

Although there was some fatigue in his heart, the joy of victory still made him couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of his mouth, although that smile was slightly tired, it was exceptionally real.

Behind him, the cheers of the rebel army grew more intense, and comrades flocked to him, surrounding Jin. They waved their weapons, raised their fists, and expressed endless gratitude and respect to him.

"Jin! Jin!"

The soldiers shouted his name, the sound echoing on the battlefield, as if to transform all the pain and all the sacrifices into these calls.

Complex emotions surged in Jin's heart. At this moment, it seemed that all the pain, sadness, and struggle had found a home in this reverence.

He nodded slightly, looking back at every soldier on the battlefield, his eyes firm and gentle:

"This is your victory."

"No, Jin! This is our victory!"

A familiar voice sounded. Loki was lying on the side, but he was also smiling. His gaunt body seemed to be infected by the joy of victory, with a hint of helpless smile.

"You're such a pain, but without you, we wouldn't have made it this far."

Jin heard these words, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, but he quickly put away his smile.

He knew that the battle was far from over. They had won this war, but the road ahead was still long and difficult.

At this moment, everyone was celebrating the victory, as if there were no enemies to stop them under this sky.

On the battlefield, the sound of celebration was still echoing, but at this moment, an ominous sense of oppression suddenly came from that festive atmosphere.

Jin raised an eyebrow, and the vigilance in his heart exploded almost instantly.

Just as he came back to his senses, Blackbeard, who was already a pile of mud, was covered in blood and still hadn't completely lost his fighting power.

A hint of scarlet laughter appeared on his twisted face, and this smile contained unprecedented madness.

"You thought this war was over?"

Blackbeard's hoarse voice spat out from his mouth like a poisonous snake, with a strong sense of malice.

His body suddenly moved violently, like a messenger from hell, suddenly rising into the air, rushing towards Imu in the distance with unparalleled violent aura.

Jin's eyes instantly sharpened, realizing Blackbeard's crazy actions at this moment.

He didn't have time to think. The vigilance of his consciousness had already made him react quickly, but a surge of anger could not be suppressed in his heart.

Impossible!

He could actually counterattack again!

At the moment when Blackbeard jumped up, all eyes on the battlefield moved quickly with him.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

"What are you doing!"

Imu, who was barely maintaining consciousness, barely reacted. She was now shrouded in the pain of her body. Her body had just relaxed when she suddenly heard a piercing wind sound.

She turned her head sharply and saw Blackbeard's figure appearing in front of her like a ghost.

"Ah!"

Imu tried to wave the power in her hand to fight back, but found that she had already fallen into a vortex of darkness.

Blackbeard's dark fruit power instantly swallowed her body.

Her body was like entering an endless abyss, and the darkness around her expanded rapidly, without giving her time to react.

A trace of astonishment and unwillingness appeared on her face, and the horror in her eyes gradually replaced the previous calmness and decisiveness.

No… Impossible!

How could I lose to him!

However, Blackbeard's laughter echoed in this darkness, mad, triumphant, and full of destruction.

"Zehahahahaha,"

His voice traveled through Imu's struggle, with a frantic roar,

"Finally caught you!"

The vortex of darkness quickly swallowed Imu's figure. Imu tried to break free, but no matter how she resisted, the power of darkness tightly bound her body like a cage.

She couldn't escape.

Jin stood in the distance, witnessing all this, his heart filled with complex emotions.

He couldn't say clearly what he was feeling at this moment, only anger burning in his heart.

He knew clearly that Blackbeard's crazy actions were far from over, and that it was not the end of everything.

In this dark world, Imu's voice gradually disappeared, and her figure completely disappeared in the darkness.

"Hahaha,"

Blackbeard's laughter resounded across the battlefield, and his entire figure quickly merged into the depths of darkness, like a ghost.

"This victory was mine long ago!"

Jin gritted his teeth, and a surge of anger and unwillingness welled up in his heart.

This was not the ending he wanted. Although he had long foreseen that Blackbeard would not give up easily, he was inexpressibly complicated when he saw Imu being swallowed at this moment.

"Damn Blackbeard!"

Jin roared in his heart, clenched the hilt of the knife in his hands, and stared at Blackbeard, who had disappeared into the darkness.

Although his body was still a little tired, he did not hesitate at this moment and decided to pursue.

Blackbeard's conspiracy must be stopped, Imu's ending is not yet conclusive, and this battlefield cannot stop with such an incomplete victory.

But he knew that Blackbeard's cunning and power were far from what ordinary people could easily deal with.

At present, the struggle between Blackbeard and Imu is only a temporary rest, and the next round of undercurrents is quietly approaching.

He took a deep breath, then rushed to the center of the darkness, and a voice came from his heart - this battle will never really end.

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