No matter how flashy his attacks were.
No matter how unpredictable and ever-changing each assault was.
As long as they relied on laws.
They could be neutralized by even more overwhelming laws!
And perhaps that had been his strategy from the very beginning: use pure skill to suppress his opponent in the first probing exchange, then allow him no time to react before unleashing a relentless storm of attacks on the level of laws, leaving him overwhelmed and unable to think.
Through that unbroken barrage of swift, skillful attacks, he could completely disrupt his opponent's rhythm.
But Lynn knew this was fundamentally a way for the weak to defeat the strong. If someone were truly stronger than their opponent, they would need no tactics or skill. Brute force could smash through anything; simply crushing the enemy was the most direct approach!
At that moment.
With Zuo Zuo's reminder, he completely changed his approach.
Almost the instant he neutralized that lethal strike from the Giant Scythe, Lynn threw back his head and roared, his black robes whipping wildly amid the chains of laws surging endlessly out of him.
He stopped trading moves with him, countering and fighting one strike at a time.
Instead, he kept amplifying his own power.
He continuously converted his firstborn power into death laws, rapidly swelling the sheer magnitude of his power to a terrifying level.
At that moment.
Blazing black energy shrouded the entire sky, and fierce winds raged. From a distance, the battlefield looked as though it had become an apocalyptic domain of death.
Within the black mist.
Constantine abruptly raised his head.
He, too, had sensed the change in Lynn's strategy.
In an instant.
He stepped into the domain of the sea of the mind, activated his rules, and drove the countless undead within