Corpses lay strewn across the stars.
In the dark universe, the densely packed corpses of Mutants drifted slowly through the cold vacuum like stars filling the sky.
From afar, they looked like specks of starlight forming a galaxy.
The psionic energy left behind when Fourth Order lifeforms died shimmered brightly.
Lin An, standing at the very center of the galaxy, looked like a diligent fisherman.
Standing atop the corpse of the last King-Rank Xenomorph, Lin An cast a thoughtful glance at the Mutated fleeing madly in the extreme distance. After thinking it over, he still decided not to pursue them.
Although with his speed and Judgment's properties, he could probably kill them all within ten minutes at most.
Especially since these Mutated were not skilled in Rules and could only clumsily fly through space with their physical bodies, killing them was simply too easy.
But.
Lin An always felt that there seemed to be a faint sense of resistance within his body, making him give up on the pursuit.
"Is it Dragon Security?"
"Forget it. If I don't kill them, then I don't kill them."
Looking down at his feet, he gazed at the head of the King-Rank Xenomorph whose brain he had crushed.
Lin An muttered to himself before shaking his head and no longer caring.
Although the Mutated were worth quite a lot of points, each of them possessed tremendous Vitality. Killing them was not difficult, but it was truly exhausting. Unwilling to waste any more time, he simply let them go.
In any case, he had killed all the high-ranking ones. The remaining group seemed to have stayed in Death Battle Ground, and he had no idea whether they had died in the destroyed Death Battle Ground.
As for the strange feeling in his heart.
He simply