With the aid of another silver coin, the Hexagram that was on the brink of collapse instantly stabilized.
The Bizarre, which was about to escape, was once again contained within the white light.
As the firmly controlled Bizarre slowly descended, a flicker of joy passed through the old man's eyes as he intoned loudly at the side.
Success was within reach!
The people around also saw the hope so close at hand, and their chanting grew louder all at once.
However, Romiel, who was in the center receiving the Bizarre into his body, was far from comfortable.
Agonizing roars, bulging veins, and bloodshot eyes fully demonstrated the unparalleled pain he was enduring.
If not for his strong physique and considerable endurance, he would likely have lost consciousness long ago.
But clearly, the ritual had reached a point where it could not be stopped. Even if the process of the Bizarre's entry differed from that of the others, it had to continue.
