"Run!! Run now!! Lift the lockdown!!"
When the Holy Son's mangled corpse, looking as though a truck had run over it, fell back into reality.
Every fugitive went mad with the urge to flee.
Unstoppable. Impossible to resist.
Had they known Lin An was this terrifying, they would never have sealed off this space, not even under threat of death.
None of them had imagined that the lockdown they had set up to keep Lin An from escaping would now become their own cage.
Over a hundred Fourth Order fugitives ran for their lives.
Like a flock of terrified birds, not a single fugitive dared turn back to fight.
Before Ron and the others' eyes, Demon Sword, who had stood so far above them and sneered at them just moments earlier, now abandoned even his weapons. He slipped out of his armor and flew desperately away.
The figure that emerged was a green-skinned dwarf.
They swallowed hard, unable to believe it.
The reversal had happened far too quickly.
Only a few seconds had passed between Lin An regaining his strength and the fugitives starting to flee.
Faced with such an overwhelming shock, even Zhang Tie and the others could not understand what was happening.
The enemies who had driven them to despair, whom they could not possibly fight, were as frail as ants in Lin An's hands.
Strong! Too strong!
Or rather, strength could no longer describe him. He had exceeded the limits of their imagination!
Watching the Fourth Order fugitives scatter like birds, Lin An, who stood there like a true god, merely frowned slightly and casually reached for a sheep-headed man.
Weak. Far too weak.
To be honest, he had not wanted to reclaim his power yet.
After all the time he had invested, the fugitives had only