The most crucial moment of restoring the seal had finally arrived. Right now, Zhou Weiqing had absolute confidence in succeeding. Under the effects of the formation, he was akin to an enormous Saint Energy core. The purity and denseness of the Saint Energy was shocking even to someone like him. Furthermore, under the influence of his Saint Energy, the seal of the Netherworld’s formation was constantly undergoing minute changes. These changes were positive in nature, as though the formation was constantly trying to perfect itself as the Saint Energy was channeled into it.

Throughout the whole process, the power of the formation had also gotten continuously stronger, exerting pressuring over the Lord of the Nether as well.

The original Destructive Energy started to tremble violently; the enormous pincers of the Lord of the Nether trembled as a result as well. Gradually, they were pushed back down to where they came from, bit by bit.

The seal that was being broken by the pincers, as well as the marks on the seal, gradually merged following the retracting of the pincers. At this moment, the cracks on the other parts of the formation had vanished due to the effects of the Saint Energy. Everything was progressing well.

“Bastard!...