One minute later.
Above the Central Divine Temple.
Haine, utterly drained and looking as though his entire family had died, numbly prepared to open the passage.
Lin An sneered inwardly, not surprised in the slightest.
From the moment he had captured Haine, he had noticed that the man seemed to have something to fall back on. He kept changing the subject, never answering questions about the passage.
According to Giant Tree, the fugitives' instances were all connected.
If they could be closed, they could naturally be opened!
All the external passages were closed now. If he wanted to storm the fugitives' heartland, the best way was naturally to break through from within!
Meanwhile, as Haine opened the passage in despair, curses and anguished wails filled his mind.
Yes, his instance was indeed connected to the others.
Although those connections had also been closed, his status meant that, in theory, he could still trick someone into opening the door.
But whether he succeeded or failed, Haine dared not imagine what would happen to him.
If it opened and Lin An stormed inside, he would truly lose all hope of escape. After all, once the fugitives' stronghold was destroyed, what could he possibly do afterward?
If it did not open, Lin An would certainly kill him to vent his anger. This monster would not hesitate for a second!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Death awaited him either way. Trapped in a dead end no matter what he did, Haine's eyes flashed with profound resentment!
He hated how unfair the world was! Lin An, a human, a mere insignificant insect, could actually threaten great gods like them!
He hated that the fugitives had not explained things clearly! They could have simply forced him to leave!
Consumed by resentment, Haine completely forgot that the information