Maxin wondered why Zeus Lin would go through the trouble to come and tell them his next move instead of just initiating his attack right away. Also, he had no idea whether it was just him, or if everybody else also had the same question in their mind.
Nevertheless, it was already too late.
Zeus Lin had been sidetracking them all along. He made himself look like he was in a passive position, but in reality, he had already been done preparing his big move long before he spoke.
In the end, Zeus Lin's plan was a huge success.
Right now, all the posthumans were pinned on the carpet, laying haphazardly across the magical fabric like a bunch of unclaimed corpses. Their breathing hung thick in the air, their faces blanched white and drenched in cold sweat.
