Pirates: Rush to the Peak

"Pirate?" Lord Im murmured softly, as if these two words evoked some long-lost memories deep in his heart.

However, he then uttered another word: "Revolutionary Army?" There was a hint of doubt and confusion in his tone.

At this moment, something unexpected happened - the fire that was originally burning calmly in Lord Yim's body suddenly began to shake violently!

The raging flames seemed to be blown by a strong wind, swaying unsteadily, and it seemed that they would erupt out of control at any time.

Faced with this sudden change, Lord Yim's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

His deep and sharp eyes inadvertently revealed a terrifying and frightening aura.

This kind of pressure was like an invisible wave, sweeping all around.

Zaire Saint, who was standing nearby, was the first to feel the impact of this powerful pressure.

With such a close contact, he felt as if he was in endless darkness, surrounded by the breath of death and fear.

In an instant, Zaire Saint's face turned as pale as paper, his legs became weak, and he collapsed on the cold ground without any resistance.

"Im...Master..." Saint Zaire begged for mercy with difficulty in a trembling voice, his voice full of despair and helplessness.

However, Lord Yimu just snorted coldly, showing his disdain for his plea.

As this cold snort sounded, the suffocating pressure in the room disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Saint Zaire, who regained the right to breathe freely, greedily took in big gulps of fresh air like a drowning man finally emerging from the water.

His chest was heaving violently and beads of sweat hung on his forehead, but the fear in his eyes could not be concealed.

At this moment, he has completely lost his former majesty and confidence, and is left with only a heart full of fear and anxiety.

"You must lead everyone back immediately and find Satan and others as quickly as possible and bring them back! There must not be any delay!" The voice exploded like thunder, with unquestionable majesty.

Saint Zaire's body began to tremble involuntarily. He nodded and said, "As you command, Lord Yim! I will set off immediately and will definitely fulfill my mission!"

After saying this, Zaire Saint did not dare to hesitate for a moment and responded quickly. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind - to escape from this place as soon as possible.

Because if he stayed any longer, he would feel as if he was on the brink of death and could die at any time.

Before he finished speaking, Yim waved his arm, and a powerful force swept over like a surging wave.

Saint Zaire had no time to react before his body was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.

He tumbled in the air like a ball out of control, completely unable to move on his own.

Every time he collided with the ground, he felt a piercing pain, but he dared not utter a single groan and could only grit his teeth and endure it silently.

Finally, after countless collisions, the Zaire Saint fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

However, he did not bother to check his injuries. He struggled to stand up while enduring the severe pain, and ran out the door without looking back.

The huge and solemn door slowly opened.

Saint Zaire seemed to be driven by some invisible force, and he rushed out like an arrow, and his figure escaped from the door in an instant.

Lord Yimu stood quietly there, watching Saint Zaire leave.

Then he waved his arm gently, and the door closed at an astonishing speed with a dull thumping sound.

Then, a ball of dancing flame appeared on the palm of his hand, burning fiercely as if it had life.

Lord Yim stared at the flame, with a trace of struggle and complexity in his eyes.

The flame seemed to sense the waves in its owner's heart and began to beat more violently.

However, as time went on, the flame gradually became weaker, as if it was about to exhaust its last energy.

At this moment, Lord Yim stretched out his other hand, and a drop of liquid emitting a mysterious glow was quietly suspended in his palm.

He murmured softly, "It's almost used up..." His words revealed endless regret.

With a sigh, Lord Yim threw the drop of mysterious liquid into the dying flame without hesitation.

In an instant, there was a loud bang, and the originally sluggish flame seemed to be injected with powerful vitality. It suddenly burst into a dazzling flame, so hot that it illuminated the entire space.

At the same time, in the distant waters above Hunting Island, a shocking change was taking place.