Chains wrapped tightly around Qilin's sacred body, dark purple energy writhing like a living thing as it continuously defiled the once-brilliant seven-colored divine radiance.
Sorensen's massive demonic form hovered before him, looking down at his bound opponent with a trace of almost pitying mockery.
Looking out at the dead-silent starry sky, he said, "Qilin, even now, you still don't understand?"
"My power has long surpassed anything you could imagine."
"You merely gained power from those antiquated formation arrays of Spirit Beast Palace."
"But I directly drew divine power from the origins of the four great star systems!"
"Our powers differ fundamentally at their very roots."
"What do you have to contend with me? Your laughable faith in order?"
At his words, Qilin, tightly bound by the chains, slowly raised his head with difficulty. Though his aura was weak, his eyes still burned with an unyielding light.
He snorted coldly. "Power... has never been measured by strength alone, Sorensen."
"True strength lies in what it is used for, and what it protects! You destroy so wantonly—though you may possess the power to burn the galaxies to ash, you are nothing more than... a beast enslaved by power!"
Sorensen did not grow angry at Qilin's response. Instead, he let out a long, meaningful sigh.
"Qilin, Qilin..."
"Do you know what I find most incomprehensible?"
"Every one of your so-called victories—wasn't each one built upon your power being greater than your enemy's?"
"Yet you refuse to admit it. Every time you win, you always have to spout nonsense about justice."
At that, he looked at Qilin mockingly. "You enjoy the fruits of victory brought by crushing others with power, yet use empty convictions to adorn yourselves."
"Tell me, Qilin—"
"Between us, who is truly more hypocritical?"
Yet faced with this piercing question, enough