Do you all have to die?
The moment those words were spoken, the many players on the battlefield, though still suppressed by his aura, froze for a moment.
There was no other reason—it was simply too arrogant!
Of the twenty-seven... no, twenty-six players present, which one was not a top genius of their respective race?
Which one did not have several powerful trump cards capable of turning the tide?
It would have been one thing if Achilles, Zuomenwu, or the Jotun Giant—beings capable of crushing the other players through attributes alone—had said something like that.
But this human before them was, at most, only slightly superior to them in terms of attributes.
What gave him the right to speak so arrogantly?
Just because he had instantly killed that Mechanical God Race player?
But that Mechanical God Race player had mainly been killed because he had not had time to react.
Given sufficient time to prepare, he could not possibly have been killed so easily.
And after witnessing that scene, the remaining players had already begun making preparations.
Many had even taken out their respective trump card items, ready to activate them at any moment.
Under such circumstances, declaring that he would kill them all was truly arrogance taken too far.
Lin Zhiluo did not care what these players were thinking.
After killing that Mechanical God Race player, the killing intent buried deep within his heart had been completely awakened.
Kill them all!
That was the only voice echoing through Lin Zhiluo's mind.
His blood rapidly boiled in anticipation of the coming slaughter.
That peculiar sensation brought by killing made him crave the slaughter to come even more intensely, to the point that his body trembled with excitement.
Then—let the killing begin!
As that thought arose, Lin Zhiluo could no