Catching a Turtle in a Jar

They only wanted to force me out!

Chen Mo sneered. He ignored the taunts of the Southern Barbarian King and the other Martial Gods, increasing his output of laws.

The violent Space-Time Law shattered all the space around the Southern Barbarian King and the other three, leaving behind only Void Space.

Countless spatial fragments, like sharp daggers, ceaselessly sliced toward the Southern Barbarian King and the other three.

The red protective barriers around them quickly developed cracks, only to be repaired again.

Seeing this, Chen Mo frowned.

"Pure Space-Time Law attacks don't have much effect on them!"

Though he had expected it, he still felt somewhat annoyed.

Their realms were higher than his, their mastery of the Space Law was not far behind his, and they were separated by a great distance. With so many factors at play, it was only natural that he could not hurt them.

Chen Mo had no intention of coming into contact with them, much less approaching them.

The main reason was that he could not beat them, and he had no idea what other methods they possessed.

Chen Mo had already experienced their method of sealing space.

He was confident he could break free from sealed space, but it would take time—and the Southern Barbarian King and the other three would never give him that time.

Therefore, he could not walk into their trap. He hid himself, intending to wear them down from afar.

The long-range attrition did not seem very effective. It merely slowed their advance somewhat.

If he wanted to leave this place or defeat them, he needed to think of another way.

Chen Mo resumed exploring other parts of the Mystic Realm, hoping to find a way out.

But he did not stop attacking the Southern Barbarian King and the other