"What are you laughing at?" Belial instinctively sensed a hint of danger.
He sensed that something was wrong, yet could not find the source.
"You knew I had set a trap here, yet you still came." Long Haochen smiled. "Do you want to know why it had to be here? Why it could only be here?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Belial was somewhat angered. He realized that he could no longer see through Long Haochen's thoughts at all.
"There is no need to speak with him. Our objective has not changed." Hermes spoke calmly as he reached into the void.
Qi Xiaomin was about to act when, suddenly, a sea of flowers appeared in the void. Hermes's hand, which had reached into another dimension, manifested in the real world and seized a thorny rose.
"Imaginary technology... psychological alchemy... materialized thought... no, should this be Illusion Magic?" Hermes looked into the distance, where a group of young men and women slowly emerged from the void.
"Wow, this world really is desolate. We didn't come to the wrong place, did we?" one of the maidens cried out.
This maiden looked to be in the bloom of youth, beautiful and vibrant, with fair skin, a curvaceous figure, and long legs. Her black hair was tied into twin ponytails, and her black eyes sparkled with liveliness. She was cute and energetic, yet carried an intangible air of nobility.
She wore a white tracksuit patterned with golden designs. It seemed to blend classical styles from many different cultures into a modern clothing design. It appeared to be made from precious materials and was clearly no ordinary garment, but a divine artifact.
Besides her clothes, she wore several pieces of jewelry that also appeared to be divine artifacts.
There were four men and