He gripped the Holy Grail, and the space around him began to fluctuate violently as the teleportation formula activated in an instant.
He did not even look at Kingu or the Lahmu again. His figure vanished from the spot as if it had been erased, so decisively that the jab already on the tip of Mo Wang's tongue got stuck there by force.
"Tch, he sure ran fast..." Mo Wang had not even finished muttering when the atmosphere around them abruptly grew even more violent.
"Hahaha! Humans! They're humans!" "They look so stupid! Let's just kill them all!" With Kingu's restraint gone, the Lahmu's attention focused entirely on the only two representatives of the "old humans" in the field—Mo Wang and Anna.
Their wild laughter overlapped, forming a noise that made one's brain throb.
A dozen or so of the most agitated Lahmu shrieked, moving in that twisted, eerie way of theirs. They brandished their sharp jointed limbs and pounced toward Mo Wang from different directions!
Anna's pupils shrank. Her scythe rose in an instant, magical energy surging as she prepared to meet them head-on.
However, Mo Wang merely looked calmly at those monsters rushing toward him, reeking of Chaos and malice, without the slightest ripple on his face. He even seemed a little bored as he lightly snapped his fingers.
Snap.
The crisp sound was not loud, yet it seemed to carry some absolute decree.
Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
The dozen or so Lahmu that had leapt into midair and were about to tear Mo Wang apart were all frozen in place as if someone had pressed pause, maintaining their terrifying lunging postures without moving an inch.
Only their twisted, gaping mouths were still moving nonstop.
Mo Wang did not even look at them. He only