Chapter 378 Trapped

The shadows within the Spirit Realm receded, and the pervasive cacophony and overwhelming malevolence that filled the whole space quickly dissipated.

Agatha raised her left hand and quietly "watched" the emaciated heretic who lay at the edge of the triangular area, writhing in agony on the ground. The black chains that extended from his body had already shattered, and the broken links were billowing with dust, weathering into sand before her eyes.

After the death of the Profound Demons they hosted, the life of this heretic was also drawing close to its end—but at least for now, he was still able to answer some questions.

Although Agatha had little hope that this stubborn heretic would truly cooperate with her, she still walked slowly towards him and stopped at the edge of the triangle, looking down at the dying Heretics.