Ze Ming clearly sensed that his authority was shackled.
Within the divine, the Divine Fire that represented Bai Suxi's life was entwined and bound by a pale light flow chain, slowly tightening as if it would extinguish the Divine Fire at any moment, depriving Bai Suxi of her life.
And upon the chain flowed densely packed ancient characters, gathering at the central Divine Fire to form an indiscernible mysterious character.
Is this... a Slave Mark? Ze's heart was shocked, unbelievable.
How could this world possibly possess the ability to enslave gods?
Ze's thoughts were momentarily chaotic, fear arising in his heart. Was this the deed of an Evil Demon?
At the same time, the Slave Mark's light form shifted, the stream splitting in two.
The second mysterious Slave Mark transformed into a crossed-command sword, flying directly in front of His Divine Fire, hovering.
