The pure vitality through the sacrificial ritual entered the chained altar itself. Although it was incomparably tiny compared to the God of Hollow Undead's true strength, it was still enough to cause even the ancient chains to faintly groan.
"Heh...it isn't even one ten-thousandth of My former power. But it is more than sufficient to get things done."
Alexandra looked toward Destin Saint and questioned, "You knew?"
"Hoho..." Destin Saint smiled helplessly, "Of course. Our old timer has been imprisoned for far too long. Someone possessing his level of power would naturally devise...little tricks."
"Fortunately," He looked toward the ancient lock, "This prison isn't the strongest work the old fellow ever created. Otherwise..."
He chuckled softly, "Our friend here wouldn't even possess enough consciousness to devise such a ritual."
