Higher Beings always looked for ways to kill two birds with one stone. That was a maxim worth remembering.
The moment he realized that Lord Rom's ultimate move didn't lock onto its target, Fu Qian had already put himself in Rom's shoes, helping work out how to kill the traitor.
Chase him down and hack at him? Lord Rom would never choose something so lacking in finesse.
Besides, it had already been proven that if the Tyrant kept running without stopping, he was simply too fast to catch.
A calculated strategy, gradually restricting the space?
That did sound much more reasonable. After all, the Inverted Lake wasn't that big. Cut it up in crisscrossing lines like a chessboard, and it was certainly possible to steadily reduce the space available for movement.
But theory had to be grounded in reality. Lord Rom was practically running on fumes. Where would he find the strength to play chess and hem the Tyrant in?
Even with the home-field advantage, Fu Qian didn't think Rom could land many strikes with that Godslayer power.
If neither of those strategies would work, then the question was: how could Lord Rom dare to start a fight that looked so hopeless?
Of course, because there was a third strategy.
What if those repeated strikes weren't aimed at the King of Prison Break at all?
As the ultimate battle of a Higher Being like Lord Rom, no matter how bleak things looked, he had to have planned things out to give himself at least a hundred percent chance of winning.
So you can run, huh?
What good would that do? He'd just tear the whole place apart.
Rom's greatest advantage was how well he knew the place. How could he possibly give that up?
And with himself already on the