In the Ten-dimensional Space, although Lin Fan and the others had begun attacking,
because they were still unable to grasp the rules of this dimension, every attack initially struck empty space and caused no damage whatsoever to Tricis.
They had clearly blasted him into nothingness, leaving absolutely no possibility of survival.
Yet in the very next second, Tricis's figure condensed once more from within that nothingness.
Like an eternally immortal life-form, no matter how they killed him, he would immediately revive.
For a moment, even Lin Fan was at a loss.
"Lin Fan, you're aiming at the wrong target. In this Ten-dimensional Space, if you want to truly hurt your opponent, what you need to aim at isn't direction, but time!"
"Time?"
Was time something that could be aimed at?
Accustomed to the principles of three-dimensional space, no one could adapt to the rules of Ten-dimensional Space from the very beginning.
After all, a higher dimension meant more—and more complex—rules.
Only when one's actions complied with those rules could they produce actual results.
It was like a two-dimensional creature entering three-dimensional space. It would face an entirely new rule: height.
Thus, before it understood the concept of height and acted according to that rule, making it fly would be impossible.
This was precisely the situation Lin Fan and the others were facing.
"Release your three-dimensional senses, or you'll never understand the operating rules of Ten-dimensional Space!"
Seeing that Lin Fan still did not quite understand, Lin Hong could only remind him again.
After all, Lin Fan was different from him. Lin Hong was a Zero-Dimensional Organism and could adapt to any dimension. In other words, no matter which dimension he entered, he would naturally understand and act according to that dimension's rules.
But Lin Fan and the others were different.