Everything returned to square one in an instant.
No!
To be precise, Ancient Demon God She Wa's situation was even worse than square one.
He had unleashed every killing move he had, and even lost his natal spiritual treasure, the Wood Dragon Bell.
A flicker of fear flashed through Ancient Demon God She Wa's eyes.
The space in every direction became incomparably chaotic once more, like a maze, layer upon layer, with barrier after barrier that She Wa could not distinguish as illusion or reality.
Of course, if breaking through these countless labyrinths and barriers could free him, Ancient Demon God She Wa would have done so at once.
Unfortunately, the countless previous attempts had proven one thing—apart from wasting his precious power, they had no use whatsoever.
After breaking through those layered spaces and countless barriers, what awaited him was still the same maze-like space.
As though it had no end.
She Wa carefully reined in his aura and remained on guard, his triangular eyes darting rapidly.
He knew very well that now that his meticulously planned counterattack and killing strike had failed, he had reached a moment of true crisis.
Yet even realizing that was useless. He was now extremely passive.
Unable to break out, he could only wait for the other side to make a move.
Most crucially, after such prolonged depletion, there were truly not many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures left that could restore his power.
She Wa's mind raced as he desperately tried to sense the Wood Dragon Bell's aura while pondering possible ways to escape once more.
If he could recover the Wood Dragon Bell, then even if he could not escape, he would have no problem protecting himself for a time.
Unfortunately, within the perception of his divine soul, the Wood Dragon