The green light shimmered inside him, as the wood element seemed to find a breakthrough, starting to compress the demonic qi continuously.
The demonic qi felt the pressure and began to grow restless, attempting to find a new way to escape.
Ye Qingchen's expression gradually shifted from pain to focus. He formed a complex hand seal in front of his chest, accelerating the flow of spiritual power within him, as the wood element surged like a tide towards the demonic qi's location, forming solid barriers that encased it.
The demonic qi became increasingly tightly suppressed, its once rampant power now appearing weak.
Beads of cold sweat still dotted Ye Qingchen's forehead, but his breathing became steadier and his brow unfurrowed. After a period of struggle, he finally began to gain the upper hand.
The demonic qi emitted disgruntled low hums under the pressure of the wood element, as if making a final struggle.
