Trapped Like A Rat?

Quite some distance away, about four thousand kilometers away in a valley, Davis saw that all the Immortal Emperors were gathered as he caught up to them.

Shortly, Xerax and the three inheritors also arrived, their expressions unsightly.

"What now?"

"Lift the seal on the spatial node and open the exit!"

Xerax roared at the Immortal Emperors.

They had gone to get the necessary core deposited in a secluded treasury far away, so it took some time to meet up, and they couldn't risk leading the spatial menace here, so they could only gather after the Immortal Emperors came with the key here. Still, they were all on the edge, so when Xerax roared at them, they glared daggers at him.

Seeing this, Xerax was about to teach them a lesson, but afraid that their reserved auras would attract the spatial menace, he didn't release his kingly aura, and neither did the others try anything for fear of attracting it.