Demon Emperor Daochen felt that he had been ignored. To think there would come a day when even he was looked down upon.
Watching Molan attempt to leave, the Demon Emperor returned to human form, then reached out casually and hauled his soul back in front of him.
"Hey, mighty God of the Void, didn't you say you'd teach me a lesson? Why are you trying to run now?"
Molan grew anxious. "Damn it, don't stop me! Do you want to die here? Hurry up and run!"
Molan was bewildered. Just who was this fellow? He had assumed that once he broke through the Spatial Cage, escaping would be easy with his strength. He had even thought he could casually dispose of the fellow before him.
But he had never expected all of that to be wishful thinking.
Not only was this fellow's strength far beyond his imagination, but he could also imprison him with a casual gesture. He could toy with him however he pleased.
Molan pointed into the distance. "In that direction, a group of beings as powerful as I am are rushing here at full speed. Their goal is to capture me. If you don't want to die, I suggest you let me go and flee immediately."
Demon Emperor Daochen was puzzled and looked into the distance.
Although he could not sense any distant auras, he did feel the storm gathering.
Demon Emperor Daochen understood that Molan was right. A powerful being-an entire group of powerful beings-was indeed approaching.
That faint sense of pressure told him that their strength would certainly be considerable.
Demon Emperor Daochen sighed softly. "You really know how to stir up trouble. Never mind. I'll put Nether Soil away first."
With that, he pressed his hands together and furiously kneaded Molan's soul, once,