Though colorful, the light mass imprisoning Dorothy carried Daoist energy.

This place was like an ancient altar.

These Daoist rules that bound Dorothy, who could not move in the slightest, were swirling out of the altar.

"Don't struggle. It's useless."

Xienna's soul floated in front, and she spoke indifferently as she looked at Dorothy, who was still trying to wiggle her way out.

Dorothy's face was already red from exerting herself, more so due to the use of secret power, resulting in merid