A giant finger pressed down inch by inch.
It was as if the sky were collapsing, leaving not the slightest hope of survival.
No matter how desperate the East Ying Awakeners were, they could not stop that finger from crushing them to death.
The difference in strength was simply too immense.
With Lin An's aura locking onto them, the force pressing down on their bodies alone was like a great mountain, pinning them down so they could not move.
There was no trace of sympathy in those indifferent, dark-gold-glowing giant eyes.
It was as if a lofty deity were wiping out everything without the slightest emotion.
A tragic smile appeared on his face.
Knowing there was not the slightest hope of escape, Shinichi struggled to raise his head. A trail of blood tears split from the corner of his eye, while the brain matter still smeared across his face made him look somewhat ridiculous.
Unwillingness, despair, regret—
Hatred!!
He could not accept it. They were all Third Order, so why was the gap in strength so enormous? Why was their war zone in such a difficult position?
He was desperate. Even after using every trump card, they were powerless to resist, and all their hopes and fantasies shattered in this moment.
He regretted not fleeing immediately. Why had he not given up on the Confrontation Tournament from the start and followed the example of the other war zones by willingly becoming a prisoner?
If he had known this would be the result, he would rather have bowed his head and begged only to leave his war zone a sliver of hope.
It hurt.
He truly hated it.
Like him, the faces of the final eight Awakeners from the entire East Ying War Zone all wore the same expression.
Once they