"Where!? Where exactly is he!?"
"Why isn't he dead!? Why isn't Lin An dead!? What should I do!?"
**In the Great Hall, upon a throne assembled from white bones, the Annihilator Overlord kept questioning himself like a headless fly.
Hearing the Mutants sobbing and wailing incessantly beneath the throne, he couldn't help but shout irritably:
"What are you crying for!?"
"If we don't kill Lin An! If we don't find him! We'll all die!!"
Under his furious shout, the Third Order Mutants left behind immediately shuddered. As if unable to withstand the Annihilator's Coercive Pressure, they were slammed into the ground with a bang.
Yet in the face of the Annihilator's anxiety and panic, they were even more helpless, unable to accept this reality.
Who could accept it?
They had just entered Earth, preparing to usher in a new era, while the Roaring Emperor had taken a large group of Fourth Order Mutants back to hunt down a mere Lin An.
But in the blink of an eye, the news they received was that the Homeworld had been blasted apart by Lin An, and all ten billion of their people had died!
Such an absurd thing—if the Annihilator Overlord hadn't thrown the skulls of several other Overlords in front of them, they wouldn't have believed it even if they were beaten to death!
"Overlord! Overlord! But how are we supposed to find Lin An!? What should we do!?"
"Even you aren't his match. We stand even less of a chance!!"
It was hard to imagine that these Mutants, once lofty and extremely bloodthirsty before humans, were now like the most helpless infants, crawling on their knees as they asked the Annihilator in panic.
Even the Emperor had been killed by Lin An. What did they amount to?
Looking at the