Even this tiny leak of energy caused the space that Yuan Zhexian had painstakingly created to begin shaking violently, as if it were about to collapse and shatter at any moment.

Not long after, the violent shaking gradually subsided, and Yuan Zhexian waved his arm forward.

In an instant, the previously tightly closed spatial black hole slowly opened again.

Immediately afterwards, a torrent of imprint spiritual power surged forth from the dark spatial black hole!

Upon seeing this, Yuan Zhexian quickly extended his right hand, palm facing upwards, as if an invisible suction force emanated from his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the massive amount of imprinted spiritual power seemed to be summoned, converging towards his palm.

After all the imprinted spiritual power was absorbed, Yuan Zhexian turned to look at the spatial black hole, which had become unrecognizable and riddled with wounds, and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect the self-destruction of these eight people to be so powerful, capable of causing such severe damage to the spatial black hole!"

After saying this, Yuan Zhexian did not delay any longer and immediately poured the spiritual power of the many marks he had collected into the nearly half of the mark fragments.

In just a short while, the nearly half-piece of the mark was almost restored to a complete state, with only a tiny gap remaining to be filled.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhexian finally showed a satisfied smile.

Immediately afterwards, he flashed and instantly transformed into a streak of light, disappearing without a trace.

This once lush green grassland has now been reduced to a desolate wasteland riddled with countless huge craters, a truly shocking sight.