It was perfectly normal that the Chimera Emperor couldn't understand it.
This stupid dragon relied on having four talents and didn't care about so-called technique or calculations in battle.
Therefore, the scene before him looked to the Chimera Emperor like a movie, so fake that it couldn't possibly be any faker.
Under Lin An's unbelievable combat instincts, every move anyone made seemed to have been predicted.
Large numbers of Fifth Order powerhouses were "attacking" one another.
Though he was clearly facing a siege by hundreds of Fifth Order powerhouses, it had now turned into mutual slaughter. Every time Lin An dodged or borrowed force, it caused another group of Fifth Order powerhouses to inexplicably die at the hands of their own allies.
And every time Lin An accelerated and changed direction after taking an attack, it looked exactly as if he were toying with them, borrowing their strength to strike back.
Not only that.
Lin An's vitality, which constantly weakened before rising again, was like a candle that could go out at any moment, repeatedly teetering on the brink between life and death.
To the Black Emperor, this was even more terrifying!
"What, he isn't using any power at all!? Is he suppressing his own strength to the absolute minimum, then enjoying death!?"
It was no wonder the Black Emperor had imagined all this and become afraid.
He had seen some lunatics before.
Especially among the top Fifth Order powerhouses, quite a few were battle fanatics who enjoyed fighting to the death.
Moreover, when these monsters possessed absolutely overwhelming strength, they would use their supreme combat instincts to slaughter the weak, seeking only the limit and the ultimate pleasure of standing on the line between life and death.
Thus, in the Black Emperor's eyes, Lin An, who could control the