"Spirit Secret Technique?" The moment Night Owl locked eyes with Demon Soul, he immediately sensed something, swirling the black wind and wrapping his wings around himself.
The next moment, the infinitely stretching space was already reflected in Night Owl's eyes.
Night Owl suddenly stopped, and even the howling black wind around him ceased.
Demon Soul's expression was solemn, knowing he couldn't compare to his true form.
The power simulated and mimicked by the Power of Impermanence was already slightly inferior to the original, and coupled with the gap in realms, Demon Soul was not confident he could control Night Owl for long.
Demon Soul raised his hands, swiftly weaving circles of silver threads that quickly formed into an intricate silver cage.
"Silver Cage!"
The moment Demon Soul clasped his hands together, the silver cage vanished from his hands.
Outside, a hundred or so silver threads descended from the high sky, surrounding Night Owl like a birdcage.
