Unfortunately,

the wild Necromancer Dungeon he accidentally discovered was too close to the dungeon he had escaped from last time.

The God of Distortion and his subordinates were hot on his heels, clinging so tightly that he couldn't stop at all.

After hitching a ride with the Adventurers evacuating the dungeon and escaping the Flesh and Blood Town,

he immediately turned around and fled to that Necromancer Dungeon, believing he could collect enough necromantic aura there.

He would go there to completely shake off the God of Distortion's pursuers, and even have enough strength to counterattack!

A smile involuntarily appeared on the Necromancer God's face; he had already made a perfect plan.

However, the Necromancer God still underestimated the God of Distortion's abilities.

"No, you won't escape!"

Above the sky, the Pitch-Black Sun, overlooking the Flesh and Blood Town, suddenly roared after its initial shock.

He had finally forced the Necromancer God to a dead end, and absolutely no more accidents could happen to let him escape.

Along with the roar,

tentacles extending from the sun's edge began to grow wildly, like hundreds of slender arms, climbing and spreading along the dungeon's outer shell.

Seeing that everyone had cleared the dungeon and was about to transfer, and his subordinates had not yet arrived, he finally no longer stinted on his Divine Power.

The pitch-black tentacles began to widen, merging together to form a pitch-black curtain that completely enveloped the entire dungeon.

In an instant, the sky turned pitch black, with only one giant, murky yellow eye suddenly widening, looking down at them from above, as if to imprint them deeply in its mind.

The entire Flesh and Blood Town became pitch-black, where one couldn't see their own hand.

The smile on the Necromancer God's face suddenly froze; he couldn't figure out what the God of Distortion was trying to do.

Only a few the animals with night vision could barely see each other's positions.

"What's going on?"

the animals looked at each other, asides from the sky above turning pitch-black, nothing else seemed to have happened.

At this moment, an Adventurer screamed:

"Wait, the dungeon countdown has stopped!"

These people didn't even do a post-battle summary, constantly paying attention to the dungeon countdown,

so they discovered the countdown problem almost immediately.

In everyone's minds, the continuously flashing and jumping dungeon countdown had stopped at thirty-nine seconds.

Thirty-nine, thirty-nine, thirty-nine... Everyone quickly counted the seconds in their hearts according to the pattern, but the dungeon countdown didn't move at all.

It really wasn't moving!

"What's going on?"

Everyone was stunned.

They had experienced several, even more than ten dungeons, and had never encountered a situation where the dungeon countdown didn't move like this.

Feeling a deep unease, a Flame-tailed Fox lit the flame on its tail.

Seeing the flame, everyone began to gather towards the Flame-tailed Fox, no one knowing what would happen next.

The Necromancer God suddenly fell silent, descending from the air and also walking into the Flame-tailed Fox's firelight range.

Everyone was somewhat wary, maintaining a certain distance from the Necromancer God.

Under the firelight, the Human Adventurers were on one side, the Necromancer God on the other, and the animals gathered with the Flame-tailed Fox, leaning in the middle.

He also heard the communication between the Adventurers and the animals, and after learning that the dungeon countdown had stopped, he roughly guessed the God of Distortion's intention.

The other party was forcibly delaying time, waiting for his subordinates to arrive.

However, he was very sure that the God of Distortion couldn't achieve such an effect.

No Alien God could possess such an ability to directly stop time.

After covering the sky, the God of Distortion above made no further movements.

Everyone was whispering at this moment, when someone suddenly exclaimed:

"No, the countdown hasn't completely stopped; one second just passed."

A perceptive Adventurer noticed that the dungeon countdown had gone from thirty-eight seconds to thirty-seven.

What was this situation again?

Qi Ye, who had been silently observing the battle since Little Fungus threw the grenade, had already guessed what the God of Distortion's ability was.

He opened his class panel, looked at his over ten thousand experience points, and hesitated for a moment.

The Horned Bunny next to him had a flash of inspiration and said:

"I know! Time hasn't completely stopped; it's just slowed down!"

It had once been to the Demon Gathering Land Instance to help Little Black Rabbit and the others care for the farmed animals and plants.

The characteristic of the Place of Demon Gathering dungeon was a slow flow of time, so it immediately thought of this.

"Yes! Yes! I counted sixty times, and only one second of the countdown passed," the Adventurer quickly nodded and said.

Even though time seemed to stop, he didn't give up and continued to count in his heart, hoping that after the perceived time passed, they could evacuate normally.

After comparing with their perceived time, everyone confirmed that each second was stretched to a full minute.

"Then thirty-seven seconds would become thirty-seven minutes."

No one wanted to stay with these two Alien Gods for even a second longer.

The Necromancer God suddenly looked up, his expression changing in horror as he said, "Time Slowing Ability... you actually devoured the Authority of the God of Time Slowing!"

Time Slowing is a subordinate Authority of Time Authority, belonging to an absolute conceptual Authority.

Although not a top-tier Authority, its strength far exceeded ordinary Authorities.

No ability related to time was ever trash.

In the entire Otherworld, the God of Time did not exist,

or rather, he had integrated himself into the rules of the Otherworld, becoming one of the cornerstones of the entire Otherworld's operational rules, and the source of all time-related abilities and spells.

This was the ultimate destination for almost all Alien Gods with top-tier conceptual Authorities.

And Alien Gods who possessed corresponding subordinate Authorities were also capable enough to carve out a territory in the Otherworld, and generally would not be willing to follow powerful Alien Gods and become their subordinates.

The God of Distortion had killed the God of Time Slowing from somewhere, and then Awakened the corresponding ability.

The God of Distortion's Authority was unrelated to time; the ability he gained had significant restrictions compared to its original owner, and consumed more Divine Power.

It had only one effect: while sealing the dungeon, by investing more Divine Power, he could also change the flow rate of time judgment within the Otherworld's rules.

Combined with the Power of Distortion, it directly altered the time flow judgment of an entire dungeon, or even the rules of the Otherworld.

Although there were many restrictions, it happened to come in handy now.

For the God of Distortion, with his powerful Divine Power, consuming so much Divine Power would still make him feel heartache for a long time.

At this moment, the God of Distortion had no more energy to speak; he was fully focused on maintaining the time-slowing effect.

Thirty-seven minutes was enough time for the God of Distortion's underlings to arrive at the scene.

The Necromancer God's eyes were gloomy as he looked around at the animals and Adventurers.

He still hadn't forgotten his original intention.

He should have killed these Adventurers and the animals earlier, then immediately broken through the encirclement and escaped.

But now, it was a bit too late to kill them and convert the necromantic aura into Divine Power.

It was precisely because of a sudden moment of weakness between the two choices that he missed the last good opportunity.