During the beating, the Shadow God's long-dormant and somewhat stagnant mind finally began to clear.
The means of attack from the other side—it seemed familiar...
It appeared to be the power of the Speed Authority.
But the Speed Authority, as far as it could recall, vanished along with one of the oldest groups of Ancient Gods.
Why was it appearing again?
Had They returned? Or had a new Ancient God been born?
No, there was still hope.
A flash of red light streaked across the Shadow God's chest.
The next moment, layers upon layers of chains materialized in the space around it, densely inscribed with ancient spells emblematic of rules, sealing the surrounding world airtight.
Authority—Imprisonment.
No, it wasn't within.
The Shadow God's pupils contracted violently.
Its divine sense swept across the battlefield and suddenly locked onto a cage a thousand miles away—floating within the center of the seal was a purple feather, glimmering with a faintly mocking light.
