Just as the Ghost Flame Insect Mother was about to launch another desperate offensive, a ball of dazzling golden light suddenly condensed above her head.
In the next instant—
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Golden chains descended from all directions, like divine punishment falling from the heavens. They wrapped around her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck, locking her in place without leaving the slightest gap.
"What—what is this?!"
The Ghost Flame Insect Mother's expression changed drastically. She struggled violently, but to her horror, the demonic energy in her body slowed to a crawl—then nearly stopped altogether.
A suffocating sense of powerlessness surged into her heart.
Her legs softened, and she collapsed to her knees with a dull thud.
"This… this technique… how can it suppress my demonic energy completely?!"
Her voice trembled as she looked up at Ethan, breathing heavily. Fear—something she had not felt in countless years—finally appeared in her eyes.
