It's unclear how much time has passed.
Perhaps ten minutes, perhaps half an hour.
The group fleeing should have covered a thousand kilometers.
Including Old Wang, all five of them were panting. They had exhausted every means to escape, desperately mobilizing their spiritual energy.
They even depleted their Shen Tong powers, which, due to the immense exertion, left them all with pale faces.
Seeing that their escape had gone without any incidents, they all breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Thus, their speed slowed down. They felt fortunate that Qian Mo's target was the Wolf God, not them.
"Old Wang? What are you doing here?"
At that moment, they all heard a voice simultaneously.
Turning their heads, they were instantly struck with horror.
"What's going on? Why are you all here? Didn't we split up?"
"Yeah! Didn't we agree to run in different directions?"
The group was utterly bewildered.
They had clearly agreed to split up, so why were they all together again?
But soon, they felt something was amiss.
When they first separated, the five of them had definitely gone their own ways.
And they hadn't encountered anything unusual along the way.
Yet, they had somehow reunited, and in the very same place they had parted.
Ahead lay the battlefield of the divine war.
Behind them, was the royal capital of the Immortal Demon Kingdom.
And the five of them were still all present, not one missing.
"Damn it! What is this? Are we caught in a ghost maze in broad daylight?"
"How did you all get back?"
"Bullshit! Who would want to come back? To find death? I've been flying forward non-stop, my spiritual energy almost depleted. I've never turned back!"
"Yeah! We're all the same!"
"Could we have entered an illusion? Did the Wolf God set up an illusion for us?"
Afterward, they all fell into silence.
But quickly, they reacted: "No! What illusion! This must be Qian Mo's doing! He's definitely the one responsible!"
After all, they were Monarch-level powerhouses and had some insight.
They knew that Qian Mo had now ascended to godhood, and they were no match for him.
If they had truly fallen into Qian Mo's hands, their fate would be dire!
Thinking of this, their bodies began to tremble, their teeth chattering slightly.
Most importantly, the method Qian Mo was using was beyond their comprehension.
They had clearly fled in different directions, yet after half an hour, they were back where they started, as if they had never moved.
They were certain this wasn't an illusion, but a reality.
It was precisely because of this that they felt even more terrified.
Even the great Wolf God would feel chills facing such ghostly occurrences!
"What kind of technique is this? This is too much of a cruel joke!"
Old Wang roared in frustration, and immediately, a voice answered his question.
"This technique is a basic application of the spatial rules I've mastered!"
"I apologize, everyone. I'm still a bit rusty with it, so you've suffered!"
A playful voice echoed from behind them.
A handsome figure dressed in black appeared out of thin air, less than ten meters away.
Seeing the faint smile on the figure's face and the divine aura emanating from him, similar to that of the Wolf God Baher, they instantly guessed his identity.
"You are Qian Mo!"
They all cried out almost simultaneously.
Xiao Mo maintained his calm smile, his hands clasped behind his back as he floated in the air. "My friends from the Dark Forest, since you've come to my Immortal Demon Kingdom, how can I let you leave without offering you hospitality? That would be most improper!"
"Lord Qian Mo! We were wrong, please let us go!"
"Yes, yes! Let me go, and I'll give you all the resources in my territory. I only ask that you let me establish my Territory Heart. I promise I will never appear in the Dark Forest again!"
"What about me! Qian Mo, this has nothing to do with me. It was all Old Wang's instigation. He's the one who made a deal with the Wolf God Baher!"
"That's right! We're all victims! Old Wang tricked us!"
The high-ranking officials of the [Dark Space] Alliance all cried out for mercy.
At this point, no matter how proud they were, they had to bow their heads.
Begging for mercy offered a sliver of hope; resisting would likely turn them into corpses in an instant!
However, their words infuriated Old Wang, who hadn't had a chance to speak.
"You bunch of idiots! Do you think he'll spare you just because you beg? You won't survive even if you expose me!"
"Since Qian Mo has trapped us all, do you think he'll let you go?"
These words made the wailing top lords realize their predicament.
After a quick glance at each other, they instantly unleashed their divine abilities and attacked Xiao Mo in unison.
Five Monarch-level powerhouses unleashed their strongest attacks simultaneously, a force capable of destroying an entire mountain.
However, to their disbelief, their power was directly blocked by Xiao Mo.
Their combined might converged two feet away from Xiao Mo's body, unable to advance any further, and began to dissipate.
"Do you underestimate the power of a true deity so much?"
Xiao Mo smiled and casually waved a hand in the air.
In the next moment, the surrounding space shattered and then reformed into a massive luminous cage, trapping all five of them.
This was a true spatial prison, from which they could not break free, no matter how hard they struggled.
"Qian Mo, please, treat us like a fart and let us go! We will never dare to challenge your authority again!"
"I really don't want to die! As long as you let me go, I'll give you anything you want!"
"I can even join your Immortal Demon Kingdom and become your subordinate force from now on!"
...
Seeing that their struggles were in vain, these individuals felt their spirits break.
Even Old Wang, who had initially seemed tough, was now weeping and begging, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Clearly, when facing death, human weaknesses always surfaced.
However, Xiao Mo didn't even spare them a glance. Instead, he turned his gaze towards the divine war battlefield.
Soon, a stunning figure flew over.
This figure was Xian'er, a mid-grade deity.
In her hand, she held a golden-red rope, to the other end of which was bound the Wolf God Baher, looking like a defeated dog!