Because if that final, irreversible battle truly came, why not let them out to fight the enemy to the death!
Even if they were no match, even if they turned to ash in an instant, they did not want to spend their entire lives trapped here, becoming a burden to him.
Because it was always like this.
Every time, he shouldered everything alone!
But they received no response.
The violent clashes grew louder and louder. The entire Strange Otherworld groaned amid the upheaval, as though it might shatter at any moment.
Outside, meanwhile.
Lynn fought desperately, drenched in blood. Blood had already obscured his eyes, scarlet as death.
And under his reckless assault, more than a dozen Corrupted Deities and over a hundred Nightmares had already fallen to his Trident.
Heads rolled.
Blood flowed in rivers.
Yet the figure within the black mist still chose not to enter the fray.
He stood impassively high above, watching the Corrupted Deities and Nightmares advance wave after wave to wear Lynn down. He remained unhurried and composed, waiting patiently.
There was no doubt.
In his eyes, those Nightmares and deities were nothing more than expendables.
He intended to use this cannon fodder to drain Lynn's strength, then personally enter the fray to reap the harvest!
Lynn had seen through this as well. Though he fought desperately, he had not completely succumbed to bloodlust. Deep down, he still retained a shred of reason. As he had said, until the very last moment, no one could claim to know the outcome.
And now that the battle had progressed this far.
Lynn had also realized that, even in this hopeless battle, they were not entirely confident they could bring him down.
He had been observing all along.
The figure within the black mist was most likely