Ten seconds later.
The spiritual energy withdrew, and the blade returned to its sheath.
Lin An expressionlessly looked at the Brahma People kneeling all around him, then casually swept his gaze toward the group of Second-Order Awakeners still frozen in place behind them.
Perhaps his aura had been too overwhelming. The Second-Order Awakeners he glanced at all shuddered, then dropped to their knees with a thud, their entire bodies trembling.
What a joke. Even a Third Order was no more than a weakling in his hands.
Wouldn't their group of Second-Order Awakeners die just from him blowing on them?
With Lin An the only Awakened person still standing, the few Brahma People who had acted as informants and followed behind him were filled with sorrow, but also a trace of relief.
There was nothing in this world more comforting than seeing someone else suffer worse than you.
The strength of the demon, Lin An, really was abnormal. It was normal that they had been captured. Hadn't they seen the first Third Order die? He was clearly much stronger than them, yet he had still died without leaving even scraps behind.
Their surrender wasn't embarrassing.
Ignoring the various emotions in everyone's hearts, Lin An shifted his gaze to the Third Orders before him and spoke calmly:
"Who is Salman?"
"Step forward on your own."
Salman was the one who had contacted the informants. If nothing unexpected had happened, the communication device was on him.
Hearing Lin An's voice, the man with the nose ring raised his head in terror. With a mournful expression, he tremblingly pointed at the pile of fragments behind Lin An:
"Mi-mi-milord..."
"The first person you killed was Salman!"
Lin An;
One minute later.
Amid the scattered fragments, Lin An speechlessly picked up something that looked like a