The purple figure attempted to break free but felt as though a powerful force held his body in place, unable to move an inch no matter what he did.
He tried to harness the power of the surrounding frenzied 'Deep Sea,' but the calm Deep Sea quickly surged with turbulent undercurrents, only to be suppressed by an even stronger force in the next instant.
The purple figure lowered his head, his body trembling like an image flickering on an old television screen, a hoarse voice echoing in the depths of the Deep Sea, "Have you maintained your humanity? Why? The anchors of fate shouldn't be enough to sustain your reason."
The confusion in his tone grew heavier, "I have weakened all your potential fate connections as anchors, erased those 'friends' you cared about, and did my best to diminish your memory. Why can you still maintain your humanity?"
"Yes," a soft sigh came from He Ao behind him, "Why indeed?"
In his field of view, he could still see those blurry illusions.
