The Might of the Six Extremes Progenitor

Shock flashed through Zhang Tie's heart like lightning, but his hands did not slow in the slightest.

His ten fingers flew, and one condensed hand seal after another landed with precision and speed upon the core of the glowing formation disk.

At the same time, the surging divine power within him was released without reservation, pouring into the palm-sized formation disk like a furious flood bursting through a dam. The disk hummed and trembled, its surface runes lighting up one after another as it emitted astonishing energy fluctuations.

Within a few breaths, the white pillar, which had been shaking violently as though it would collapse at any moment, finally began to settle unwillingly beneath the overwhelming suppression of that vast divine power.

At the top of the pillar, the enormous umbrella-shaped light screen formed together with the nine pitch-black formation flags surrounding it completely stabilized. Flowing radiance formed an impregnable sealing barrier.

At the other end of the passage, the dense demonic qi surged like a tide, carrying bone-piercing cold and corrosive power. At last, it was firmly sealed outside by the barrier and could advance no farther.

Seeing that the seal had been completed, Zhang Tie's tightly wound nerves eased slightly, and a trace of satisfaction crossed his face.

With a sweep of his sleeve, he was about to put away the formation disk floating before him.

However!

At the instant his mind relaxed and his hand seal was about to withdraw, an icy, bone-deep sense of danger, enough to freeze his soul, exploded without warning in the depths of his consciousness!

It was as if some primordial beast had fixed its gaze upon him. Lethal cold shot up his spine and spread through his entire body in an instant!

"Not good!"

Zhang Tie's pupils contracted sharply. Before he