Prayer

Done!

Fang Heng opened his eyes again and looked at Li Shaoqiang and Tan Shuo nearby.

Li Shaoqiang asked anxiously, "How did it go?"

"Done," Fang Heng replied, giving an OK gesture, indicating it had been a breeze.

As long as he could draw the enemy's will into his body and then fuse it with his own and the demonic seed's power, crushing the enemy would be effortless.

The real issue had been the initial phase.

When dealing with the God of the Underworld, the difficulty had been immense; in a normal confrontation, he wouldn't have stood a chance. They had only managed to outsmart the God of the Underworld through good luck and clever planning with Li Shaoqiang and Tan Shuo.

The risks had been significant.

If he had to face it again, he wasn't confident he could guarantee success.

Should he just give up?

With that thought, Fang Heng walked over to the shattered coffin of the God of the Underworld and reached inside.