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 meridians swelling and pain. Her skin also appeared in different degrees of chapping. Blood seeped out little by little until it spread all over the body.

However, it was all for naught.

She was completely unable to shake off the multicolored pellet.

Xienna looked at the ancient altar that had long turned into ruins. She seemed to be reminiscing, talking to herself.

"You know, I'm about to forget this place."

Dorothy knew she couldn't struggle away.

Once, when Xienna squeezed her soul in some