Inside the cell, the Famine Knight's form had recondensed. It was madly battering against the damaged door, trying to break free completely. The force it had previously driven in reverse into the energy network was still continuously weakening the suppression across the entire containment zone.
"We have to lock it back in!"
Wu Heng muttered as he struggled to his feet.
He did not use the rampaging mixed energy that had gone out of control within the glove again. Instead, he barely managed to activate a portion of the silver-gray radiance within the Puppet Wraith that he had comprehended—the light representing "death."
This power was filled with the properties of stripping away and devouring.
Among the alien gods Wu Heng had refined, some always possessed related power attributes. Wu Heng had discovered them and used them to strengthen the Puppet Wraith.
He raised his trembling right hand, and silver-gray light surged toward the cell door like flowing water.
Wherever it passed, the power of "hunger" leaking from the Famine Knight reacted as if it had encountered an enemy of the same nature. Both tried to devour the other, only to melt away and cancel each other out.
But Wu Heng had his own power to draw upon, while the Famine Knight had been imprisoned for some time and had only limited means of gaining strength.
As Wu Heng's radiance continuously seeped into the cell, it penetrated within and began stripping away the Famine Knight's illicit connection to the external energy network.
"Ughhh—!"
The Famine Knight's furious, unwilling psychic shriek rang out from within the cell. Cut off from its inner and outer support, its resistance swiftly weakened.
Wu Heng seized the chance to step forward, his left hand rapidly carving several temporary reinforcement incantations onto the damaged door.
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