socalfunplaces Chapter 597: Daring Not to Act Rashly!
Chapter 597: Daring Not to Act Rashly!
The charred, deep pit has been completely filled with dark blue, solid ice.
This is a masterpiece of Loki's original world.
An ice sculpture stands in the very center of the ruins.
The surrounding air was completely frozen.
Deep within the ice.
The charred remains of Im's Stand are clearly visible.
The severed limbs maintained a wriggling posture towards the center.
The black blood vessels were frozen stiff.
The regeneration process was forcibly stopped.
The scene is eerie and oppressive.
Extreme heat and extreme cold clash.
This place bears the marks of destruction.
A dense contraction sound emanated from the surface of the ice sculpture.
The power of extreme cold relentlessly compressed the space.
Tiny cracks began to appear and quickly spread upwards from the bottom.
Cracks spread across the surface of the solid ice like a spider web.
Dark green, chilling air seeped from the depths of the crack.
The cold air was carried by the wind towards the rubble at the edge of the pit.
A thick layer of white frost instantly formed on the surface of the stone.
A dull thud exploded.
The hard rock was directly crushed into extremely fine ice powder.
The ice jelly was blown up by the wind and sprinkled along the edge of the pit.
The giant warriors retreated repeatedly.
Its enormous body was out of control.
The remnants of the Knights of God were ashen-faced.
No one dared to approach the ice sculpture even a step.
This is a place where touching it means certain death.
Loki was standing next to the ice sculpture.
The edges of the dark red cloak were rolled up by the cold mist.
He ignored the deadly chill.
The right hand, covered in black scales, was raised.
Press your palm directly onto the outside of the ice layer.
Extreme cold energy flowed into the ice sculpture again through the palm.
He closed his eyes.
The dark energy of the Stand's remains must be completely locked down.
Loki withdrew his right hand after a moment.
He turned his head.
Looking up at the colossal shadow that blots out the sky.
He bared his fangs at the giant divine eagle.
"You were a step too slow, Big Bird."
Loki's voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm.
The divine eagle abruptly lowered its noble head.
The amber-colored eagle eyes stared intently at the black dragon on the ground.
The prey was stolen.
Anger ignited instantly.
A blinding blue light shone from the edges of the enormous wings.
A violent cyan wind blade suddenly rose up from nowhere.
The wind blades grazed the ice sculpture.
The hard edge of the pit was scraped with terrifying deep marks several meters deep.
Ice shards and rocks swept into the air.
The two ancient mythical beasts clashed fiercely, displaying their hostility.
The energy vortex roared above the ruins.
Chen Ye stood atop the divine eagle's head.
He made no unnecessary movements.
He simply took a half-step.
The pale gold eagle-shaped mark on his palm suddenly lit up with golden light.
The pure golden flames of the sun god flowed down his toes and into the eagle's head.
Widvernier froze instantly.
A low, unwilling murmur arose.
The destructive storm that was pressing down on the ground was forcibly pulled back.
The proud ancient mythical beast submits to its master's will.
The berserk attack stance subsided.
Chen Ye didn't even look down at Loki.
The line of sight transforms into a tangible blade.
He coldly swept his gaze across the ruined battlefield below.
Observation Haki activated.
The flow of energy on the battlefield is clearly visible.
The remaining dark will of Im's Stand was completely severed.
The absolute pressure that had enveloped the World Government camp disappeared.
The highest command source is disconnected.
Chen Ye's expression was cold.
The situation was completely under his control.
Garin stood stiffly at the edge of the ruins.
The famous sword in his hand fell to the ground.
The tip of the sword pressed against the charred rock.
He saw the deep blue ice sculpture with his own eyes.
The double inside the ice remained completely still.
The world government's supreme deity was frozen solid.
Garin's hands were bulging with veins.
My breathing was incredibly heavy.
My clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
He turned around.
He looked back at the remnants of the Knights of God.
He wanted to rearrange the troops.
He wanted to uphold the last vestige of dignity of the Celestial Dragons.
A heartbreaking scene unfolded.
The once-high and mighty elite knights were now in a sorry state.
Some people had dull eyes and weak knees.
Some people trembled and dropped their weapons.
The sharp, jarring sound of the longsword hitting the ground was deafening.
The team's morale has completely collapsed.
Garin opened his mouth.
The order was stuck in his throat.
He couldn't make a sound at all.
The reality of collapsing faith hits you hard.
In despair, Garin forced himself to calm down.
He desperately tried to recall the top-secret report from the holy site.
Lord Im did not abandon them.
The true form is currently sitting deep within Pangu City.
Special imaging techniques are activated.
She was observing everything in Elbaf in real time.
There is still a final sensory loop between the Stand and the original.
This became Garin's last lifeline.
He clenched his back teeth tightly.
Fresh blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He gripped the sword hilt tightly.
The knuckles are turning white.
He lowered his voice.
He gave orders to the two knights beside him.
"Hold your ground and do not retreat."
Garin Sei's voice was terribly hoarse.
"Delay it until the Holy Land responds."
The two knights nodded mechanically.
They didn't know what kind of response the Holy Land could possibly give.
This is the only order we can seize.
He gripped his weapon tightly.
My legs were still trembling slightly.
Further away, behind the shattered stone pillar.
Kizaru leaned against the ruins.
The iconic yellow striped suit was covered in dust.
Golden light condensed several times at the fingertips.
Then it dispersed silently.
He looked up at the sky through his brown sunglasses.
Their gazes finally settled on Chen Ye.
The man in black was far too composed.
So composed it sent chills down your spine.
A deep sense of powerlessness rose in Kizaru's heart.
Kizaru tilted his head slightly.
He looked at Chaton beside him.
Lower your voice.
His tone lacked its usual playful edge.
"Taking action now is not support at all."
Kizaru saw things very clearly.
"Charging in would be suicide; it's pointless."
Chaton gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands.
He stood in the shadows.
The muscles in his face were tense due to the tension.
He tried to use Observation Haki to explore the sky.
The ancient pressure nearly crushed his spirit.
He's having trouble even breathing now.
"Then stand here and don't move."
Cha-ton gritted his teeth and responded.
"First, survive until the Holy Land issues the next order."
The two top naval officers reached an agreement.
Abandon the attack.
They've shifted to a wait-and-see approach.
This is not only because of the deterrent effect of the Divine Eagle.
It was also because of Chen Ye's terrifying strength, the depths of which were unfathomable.
The battle at Elbaf has moved beyond the scope of naval intervention.
On the other side of the battlefield.
Rocks' eyes were frighteningly bright.
He saw Garin standing frozen in place, looking quite embarrassed.
The morale of the Knights of God collapsed.
The perfect opportunity to kick a man when he's down has arrived.
Dark, inky power surged wildly from his shoulders.
His muscles bulged high.
Rocks licked his chapped lips.
He was prepared to charge straight in.
He personally tore the Supreme Commander of the Knights of God to pieces.
The Celestial Dragons' reputation must be completely smeared.
Lockes had just taken half a step.
A huge naginata was suddenly held horizontally in front of his chest.
The blade was enveloped in a chilling white, vibrating aura.
The white-bearded man held the Murakumogiri in one hand.
Like an iron tower blocking Rocks's way.
His eyes were extremely cold.
"Are you crazy, Newgate!"
Rocks turned and roared.
The red light in his eyes was pulsating wildly.
Whitebeard didn't look at him.
He squinted.
His gaze was fixed on the ice sculpture in the center of the deep pit.
"Calm down, Rocks."
The white-bearded man's voice was deep and resonant.
"Let's see which piece of ice."
Rocks followed the white-bearded man's gaze.
The dark blue ice sculpture continued to emit a faint cracking sound.
The dark green chill seeping out grew stronger and stronger.
The ground around them had cracked from the freezing.
Two ancient forces are now undergoing an unknown reaction.
"The situation is still changing."
Whitebeard looked away.
The tone left no room for argument.
"Chen Ye hasn't given the order to clear the area yet, so don't rush to disrupt his rhythm."
Rocks clenched his teeth tightly.
Dark forces writhed wildly across the body.
But he stopped.
Whitebeard is right.
Locus is not the one in control of the entire battlefield.
It was the man standing atop the divine eagle's head.
The murderous intent in his heart was forcibly suppressed.
A fierce wind howled over the battlefield.
Chen Ye stood on a high place.
Garin looked down at the edge of the ruins.
The Celestial Dragons forced themselves to straighten their backs.
They desperately tried to maintain their ridiculous dignity.
Chen Ye's eyes were icy cold.
There was no pity.
Only the hunter watches the prey struggle with amusement.
The sun god's radiance enveloped his body.
He is the true God who descended to earth.
But it had no interest in the ants below.
Chen Ye raised his right hand.
Extend your index finger.
I casually pointed to the ice sculpture in the center of the pit.
He didn't shout.
The Observation Haki transformed into a hidden passage.
The extremely low sound was precisely transmitted to Whitebeard Rocks and Loki.
"The substitute is gone, but the original is still watching."
Chen Ye's voice was calm and resolute.
Loki's dark red vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
The white-bearded man's hand, gripping the knife, had prominent veins on the back.
Rocks was stunned.
He then revealed an even more insane smile.
They saw through Chen Ye's intentions.
Chen Ye paused for a moment before continuing.
"If she can still swallow this anger, then the Void Throne should be given to someone else."
The strategic directives are very clear.
There's no need to rush to eliminate the remaining defeated troops.
Garin and the three generals have lost their value as priority targets.
Chen Ye wanted to leave the place in a complete mess.
Use this frozen stand-in as a disgrace.
Go catch a really big fish.
The deity who had been hiding in the holy land for eight hundred years had to personally intervene.
He wanted to let Im walk into his own trap.
The moment Chen Ye finished speaking.
Click.
An extremely faint cracking sound came from inside the ice sculpture.
The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible.
However, all the top experts present detected the anomaly with their Observation Haki.
Loki slammed his tail against the ground.
Whitebeard's Murakumo-giri emitted a buzzing sound.
An extremely faint, dark consciousness broke free from the wreckage.
It writhed in despair in mid-air.
It quickly dissipated towards the other end of the sky.
The direction points directly to the summit of the red earth continent.
It points directly to the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
Consciousness fled in a frantic panic.
The final link between the Stand and the original user was completely severed.
Imzai Elbaf's control was completely wiped out.
Chen Ye raised his head.
A strong wind whipped up the black trench coat.
His deep gaze pierced through the heavy clouds.
Looking straight ahead to the distant holy land.
There was no change in his expression.
He knew very well what the return of consciousness meant.
"They're here."
Chen Ye's steady voice drifted in the wind.
"She will absolutely not let this go."
An extremely clear judgment.
Eight hundred years of divine power were pressed and rubbed against the ground.
The supreme ruler of the world will surely be enraged.
A real storm is about to break out in the Holy Land.
Chen Ye stood there quietly.
Her rage awaits.