Weakened Power?

"Were you a demon after all?"

Seeing Chen Duan's transformation, Divine Seclusion Heaven's eyes flickered with a trace of realization.

That enormous body, the black scales growing beneath his skin, the dozens of arms fanned out behind him like a peacock spreading its tail—none of it resembled a form a human should possess.

If he was a demon, then everything made sense.

However...

The lofty indifference returned to Divine Seclusion Heaven's eyes.

So what if he was a demon? He was merely kin to those things that had escaped the Demon-Sealing Tower.

He clenched his fist, golden radiance flowing between his fingers as he drove it toward Chen Duan.

The fist appeared to move slowly, yet it reached Chen Duan in the blink of an eye—no more than the span of a breath, so fast there was no time even to blink.

Though Chen Duan's body had grown considerably larger, he still seemed somewhat small before Divine Seclusion Heaven's towering giant form.

One of Divine Seclusion Heaven's fists was nearly as large as most of Chen Duan's body.

Golden light flowed over the fist, invisibly forming a layer of barrier.

It descended toward Chen Duan.

Overwhelming pressure surged in from every direction, pinning one beneath it without even knowing where to flee.

Most crucially, under the effect of that golden radiance, the internal energy system within Chen Duan's body was suppressed.

The circulation of his internal energy abruptly slowed, and his strength instantly dropped by more than half.

Though the feedback from the two avatars had given Chen Duan advance warning, experiencing it firsthand again still allowed him to sense the mysterious, ever-changing power within it.

At the same time, however, it confirmed one of his earlier suspicions.

"The power of this world truly has some kind of restriction."

Facing