Chapter 1727

As the words fell, a figure materialized. It was none other than the God Tribulation's head, wearing the mask of the Lord of Darkness, draped in black robes, and wielding pitch-black chains. Twelve iron chains were arranged in a row, all woven from runes where yin and yang blended. Every chain pulsed with God Tribulation runes, their interweaving links outlining the ancient Immortal Wheel of Amaterasu. This web of interlinked order chains wrapped tightly around the head, sealing its power. "I am the biological son of the Lord of Darkness! How dare you bastards harm me?" The God Tribulation's head roared, his brow furrowed deeply. Though he was only a head, he was no fool. He could easily tell that these twelve iron chains were sealing artifacts. Though he was reduced to a head, his mind was exceptionally clear; if he were bound, even if he managed to break free later, breaking the seal itself would be nearly impossible. Those were God-suppressing runes—once deployed, their effects were irreversible. If he were trapped again, all hope would truly be lost.