Blackbeard's steps retreated slightly. He could feel that Jin An's attack was different from before. It was not just a suppression of power, but more of a soul-level coercion.
Each of Jin An's attacks was like a thunderbolt. With each swing of his blade, he was filled with the determination to kill.
Blackbeard began to retreat, gradually being forced into a corner. His face became more and more gloomy, and that dark power began to seem somewhat uncontrollable.
Jin An remained unmoved. His gaze was as cold as ice, and his steps were like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, constantly approaching Blackbeard.
He knew that if he couldn't completely solve this person today, he would never be able to feel at ease.
"I know you can escape time and time again, but today, there is absolutely no chance for it again."
Jin An silently recited in his heart, his movements becoming more and more swift.
Although Blackbeard possessed powerful counterattack abilities, almost every counterattack was cleverly resolved by Jin An.
At this moment, Jin An seemed to have completely mastered the rhythm of the battlefield. All of his attacks carried a strong suppressive force, forcing Blackbeard's counterattacks to become more and more feeble each time.
A wry smile appeared on Blackbeard's face. He tried to guide Jin An's attacks away with the power of darkness, but each time he was easily avoided by Jin An, and even conversely, he was impacted by Jin An's power, making each of his counterattacks appear empty and weak.
Just at this moment, Blackbeard suddenly gritted his teeth and violently shook his palm. The power of darkness surged out like a tsunami, sweeping in all directions.
"Impossible!"
He roared, his whole person seeming to become exceptionally powerful in an instant. That power almost caused the surrounding air to stagnate.
Jin An still did not retreat. There was a cold smile in his eyes, and the blade swung out again.
At this time, he was no longer afraid of any attacks. Even when Blackbeard burst out with all his strength, Jin An's figure remained as steady as Mount Tai.
"Do you think this can change anything?"
Jin An's voice was low, with a hint of mockery.
His movements did not slow down, and the blade once again slashed towards Blackbeard with absolute speed and power.
Blackbeard gritted his teeth. He felt his dark power constantly being suppressed, as if no matter how he erupted, he could never break through Jin An's mountain-like power that overwhelmed everything.
"No power can stop me."
Jin An said coldly, with a determination to destroy everything burning in his eyes.
The moment his blade fell, Blackbeard's body trembled violently. A powerful force instantly penetrated every inch of his body. The dark vortex was completely shattered, and the scattered dark energy eventually disappeared into the air.
Blackbeard's figure slowly disappeared, followed by a deathly silence.
Jin An stood in place, blood dripping from his blade, his gaze as cold as ice, with no trace of celebration in his eyes, only endless calmness and oppressiveness.
In his heart, there was only one thought:
"This is finally over."
On the battlefield, the thick smoke gradually dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and decay.
Despite the heavy casualties, the battle was over, and the light of victory finally shone on the rebel army.
The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the sound of the wind whistling across the empty battlefield, carrying the soldiers' broken flags and scattered armor.
Jin An stood in the center of the dilapidated battlefield, his eyes slightly closed, taking a deep breath, as if trying to find a moment of tranquility in this chaos.
Although he knew that this war had finally come to an end and the rebel army had won the final victory, he did not feel any sense of relief at this moment.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the long knife in his hand. The blood dripping from the blade reflected a cold luster in the sunlight.
That was the blood of countless people, those former enemies and compatriots, who had long been integrated into this land and become witnesses of history.
Jin An knew deeply that the victory of war was not a simple result, but a price forged by countless lives and blood.
Although he was not afraid of fighting, after every bloody conflict, he would feel a strange sense of emptiness and exhaustion.
The fruits of victory, although sweet, always carried a trace of heaviness that could not be ignored.
Suddenly, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps.
Jin An turned around, his eyes as cold as water, and saw the rebel soldiers rushing over, their faces filled with joy.
Although they were all seriously injured and their clothes were ragged, their eyes revealed the light of victory.
"Jin An!"
A young soldier shouted, rushing forward, his face full of sweat and dirt, but with obvious joy:
"We won! We really won!"
Jin An nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but the smile seemed very forced.
The soldier seemed to notice Jin An's displeasure, lowered his head, and after a moment of愣, stood silently aside.
"Yes,"
Jin An slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and with a hint of exhaustion,
"We won."
He said it lightly, but the complex emotions in his heart were almost overflowing.
He was no longer the warrior who only knew how to fight and only pursued victory.
After this long and cruel battle, Jin An's heart was filled with more confusion about the future and contemplation of the past.
The rebel soldiers gradually gathered around Jin An, many standing there, their eyes flashing with respect and gratitude.
For this victory, they had paid too much, lost too much, and some would never be able to return to their homes and families.
"Lord Jin An, your leadership and courage gave us hope."
An elderly officer stepped forward, his face filled with deep respect, bowing his head in salute.
"Without your determination, we could not have come this far."
Jin An waved his hand gently, signaling him not to be so polite, the fatigue on his face not completely concealed.
His eyes swept over every soldier standing in front of him, seeing the perseverance and hope in their eyes, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
These people were the greatest motivation for him along the way, and the most real support behind this war.
"The fruits of victory belong to everyone who participated,"
Jin An finally spoke, his voice with a trace of gentleness, although not as cold as before, but still full of power,
"Each of you deserves this honor."
The soldiers nodded one after another. Although they all knew that what Jin An said was not entirely because of their efforts, these words undoubtedly gave them great comfort and strength.
The rebel soldiers' mood became more激昂, their pain seemed to be healed by the victory of the battle at this moment.
However, Jin An's heart could not be calmed.
Although the rebel army had achieved the final victory, he knew clearly that this war would not end because of this.
New problems, new enemies, and even new dangers had quietly emerged.
The real challenge may have just begun.
He took a deep look at the sky in the distance, the clouds rolling in the sky, as if endless darkness was still waiting for the next arrival.
"This is the end, and also the beginning."
Jin An whispered to himself, his eyes becoming deep and complex.
Just then, cheers rang out on the other side of the battlefield. The rebel soldiers rushed to the front line, raising their flags and welcoming the arrival of victory.
Jin An stared intently at this land of victory that belonged to them, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, sighing softly——
"The war is not over, the world is still in chaos."
But at least, today, the rebel army won.
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