The dimensional fiendgods slaughtered each other, while those whose tails were on fire fled for their lives.
Their rout stemmed from their personalities.
They were all powerhouses who had walked out of blood and fire; not a single one possessed a simple mind or trusted anyone besides themselves.
Moreover, none of them were particularly good birds.
Thus,
what was originally Wang Ming's mortal crisis unexpectedly turned into a crisis for the dimensional fiendgods.
Mephisto, Dormammu, and other most powerful dimensional fiendgods devoured the allies Wang Ming had named.
After brief deliberation, once they concluded that they could not take down Wang Ming without suffering heavy casualties, they simultaneously prepared to leave.
Suddenly.
A voice laced with panic and exasperation rang out, "Damn it, why is my spatial teleportation failing?"
This was a dimensional fiendgod.
He was extremely lucky, being the only dimensional fiendgod who survived after Wang Ming called out his name.
Seeing the miserable deaths of the others, he only wanted to escape immediately at this moment.
At first, the other dimensional fiendgods merely sighed at this fellow's bad luck, but then every single dimensional fiendgod discovered an awkward thing.
Their own methods of spatial shifting were malfunctioning as well.
They could not leave this place through spatial traversal.
"Mephisto! My spatial magic has failed." Discovering that his spells had failed, a dimensional fiendgod questioned the extremely ancient Territorial Lord Mephisto.
Mephisto, Dormammu, and Knull hovered in the void with dark expressions, their complexions as gloomy as water.
"You figured it out?"
"You figured it out too?"
"That's right! I figured out what you figured out."
The other dimensional fiendgods who had similarly discovered that their spatial magic lost its effect were listening to their conversation, the brows on their faces twitching upward ╰_╯~
"Are you two done yet?