"Got it, I have no doubts about my part, and we can start anytime!" Pei Yan, who had memorized the fusion process over the past few days, responded eagerly.
"Very well, go to the center of the pool and do what you need to do! Leave the rest to us!" The Demon God said, standing up from the chair, exchanging glances with the other five present, who understood and stepped into the arena one by one.
Pei Yan, without ceremony, walked straight to the center of the area engraved with the Hexagram Magic Array. After the Demon God handed him the Trapped Prison, which had been cleansed and suppressed for three days, Pei Yan clearly felt the resistance and rejection from the Divine Artifact in his hands. He was prepared for this, continuously releasing his origin to suppress the rampaging artifact while adjusting himself to keep his soul in the strongest state.
