Attacking The Hundredth Meridian Seal

A few hours later, Xiao Ming's face had turned an unsightly shade of pale, his lips pressed into a thin line as he gritted his teeth, eyes tightly shut.

His willpower, the unyielding force that had carried him this far, was now the only thing keeping him from collapsing under the immense pressure.

Each meridian seal he unsealed seemed to grow more resistant than the last, as though the heavens themselves were testing his resolve.

The weight bearing down on him after each unsealing had increased exponentially, and from the ashen hue of his face, it was clear he was barely holding on.

The air around him crackled with energy, the faint hum of Spirit Qi reverberating through the chamber. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, mingling with the blood that had begun to seep from the corners of his mouth.