Crushing and Overwhelming

Of course.

Realizing he had kicked an iron plate did not help.

Things had already come to this.

No matter what he thought now, it was meaningless.

As the chains tightened—

"Guh aaah—!!!" Zarathos's lingering will let out an even more piercing scream. It felt its power being forcibly bound and divided, its once seamless dark body seeming to be sliced into countless pieces by those chains!

Each "Debt of Pain" module was imprisoned separately, and the connections between them were greatly weakened! Its movements, its mobilization of power, all became unbearably sluggish and difficult!

At that moment, Ian was like the finest surgeon, and also like the coldest creditor, methodically "dissecting" and "settling accounts" with this ancient demon god's lingering will.

Irresistible.

Impossible to withstand.

It could only roar in agony.

"Your pain is immense, but too scattered. Your hatred is ancient, but lacks focus."

As Ian maintained the binding of the Soul Shackles, he slowly stepped forward, walking toward the dark giant wrapped in countless chains, the dark giant that was struggling desperately. "Vengeance needs a target, punishment needs an object. And you are nothing but a purposeless mass of things, an ancient filth that has accumulated far too much emotional garbage."

Yes.

At this moment.

Ian had long since seen through the other party's essence.

It was not the main body at all.

It was merely power colored by a wisp of lingering will.

His words stabbed into the core of Zarathos's lingering consciousness like knives.

"How dare you!"

It was furious. It was unwilling. But sadly, it discovered that what the other party said seemed... to make some sense? Over the long years of being sealed and used as the source of the Spirit of Vengeance's power, its original consciousness had long since blurred, leaving behind