Suspended in midair, Lin An watched the scattered Third Orders turn fanatical and charge at him again, as though answering a divine calling.
A trace of mockery flashed through his eyes.
With his strength deliberately lowered, he now looked as though a mountain were pressing down on him, his movements beginning to slow.
He looked around irritably, wearing the panicked expression of someone who had realized something was wrong but had no idea where the enemy was.
If he was going to put on an act, he might as well go all the way.
This Sub-World Instance was enormous.
If the fugitives here were determined to hide, Lin An had no particularly good way to find them short of unleashing Cataclysm Power and destroying the entire world.
Unwilling to waste too much time, Lin An had no objection to using himself as bait again.
Lowering my strength until I'm barely at Fourth Order High-Rank should be enough.
Sure enough.
After Lin An "angrily" slapped an oncoming God Warrior to death, the Fourth Order fugitives waiting for their chance instantly flashed into view.
With their power pushed to its limits, they looked like two enormous balls of light that had appeared in the void.
Now!
"Do it!"
Bzzzt!
Almost the instant the two Fourth Orders appeared, thirteen successive waves of Instance Suppression Force descended from the sky and pressed directly against Lin An's body.
Watching Lin An abruptly stiffen and even bend slightly under the tremendous suppression, Haine and his two companions were ecstatic. They attacked at once.
"You damned blasphemer!"
"Face the wrath of the gods!"
Boom!
It was like a pincer attack.
As the suppression erupted, the two Fourth Order fugitives each mobilized their Rule Power. As though turning themselves into suns, they fired two searing rays directly above