The World's Will, wearing Jocelyn Grant's face: "Perhaps. But that will never happen."
Javier Sinclair slightly raised an eyebrow, then gave a sinister smile.
"Then try this."
As he spoke, he extended a hand, his fingers lifting lightly to trace a rune in the air.
At that very moment, chains inscribed with runes materialized from the void. Ancient runes were carved into these chains, and they pulsed with a ferocious, divine and demonic aura, as if they would devour everything.
Even the World's Will, which had just been boasting of its immortality, felt a sense of danger at this moment. "Is that the aura of the Demon God? This... This is impossible. This world is just a newly-formed Cultivation World in the Lower Realm. How could a Curse Technique of this level appear here, let alone the Demon God's aura?"
