The instant the gray net passed through the Chaos Shield, Ang's heart jolted violently, as if it were about to stop altogether.
He could clearly feel that if that net covered his soul, he would be completely annihilated in an instant.
Never had the threat of death been so close. He could even imagine his divine soul being torn into fragments.
"Damn it! I should've killed them all earlier! They actually summoned the God of Curses!" Ang roared, his face twisted in fury.
Anger and regret intertwined, making his blood seem to burn.
At the brink of life and death, the Chaos Power within him erupted, wrapping his entire body like an airtight iron canister without leaving the slightest gap.
The gray net lunged forward and collided head-on with the Chaos Power.
A piercing sizzle immediately rang through the air, like venom dripping onto a searing iron plate.
The sound seemed to bore into his eardrums, unsettling his mind.
Ang's face turned livid as he pressed both hands tightly against his chest, frantically mobilizing the Chaos Power within him.
He could feel the clash between the two—the gray net's power was immensely cold and tenacious, like countless shackles trying to nail him permanently within the void.
Though the Chaos Power was strong, it was clearly beginning to falter after being released for so long.
Sweat continuously rolled down his forehead and slid along his face.
The gray net before him had already been compressed into a thin layer, as though just a little more force would completely dissolve it.
But at this moment, not a single drop of Chaos Power remained within him.
A feeling of collapse surged over him, making his throat taste sweet as he nearly spat out blood.
"Enough... enough..." The corners of Ang's lips lifted slightly