When the numbers were high, there were more options. Insisting on taking a roundabout approach would be disrespectful to yourself.
It still fell far short of the King of Prison Break's full-strength strike, but it was already enough to make the Heavenly Dao powerhouse at the center of the lake tremble.
"Who exactly are you?"
Fu Qian had made it halfway around the second half of the circuit before Death Angel spoke again. He still didn't answer the question, only vented his feelings.
"So how far along are you now?"
Communication was a two-way street. Fu Qian didn't even bother introducing himself again, simply answering a question with a question.
"Almost there... Before you finish killing them all."
A note of gritted teeth seemed to color his words. A'wei finally refused to be outdone.
And as he spoke, another discordant presence appeared in the mist.
At a glance, more demigods had arrived—and there were quite a few of them.
They weren't all standing along the unavoidable route. Most had even burst out from the bottom of the lake.
It wasn't surprising. Reckless overconfidence came at a price.
In a plan this elaborate, those who'd wanted to take a gamble and get through the door first by taking advantage of their proximity couldn't possibly have been left out of the calculations.
It seemed that their actions had merely allowed Death Angel to take control of them sooner than everyone else.
But demigods were still demigods. Even as puppets, they were different.
Unlike the drifting wraiths, whose movements followed a stable pattern, they'd retained some of their combat instincts. They knew to surround and cut off their quarry.
On top of that, they were clearly exempt from the Death Barrier, once again showcasing A'wei's command over Unseen Hill.
"That's almost there, all