Swoosh! In the world of spiritual sense, Xu Yangyi’s surroundings churned with white fog. Everything was a pale expanse.

He took a deep breath, and his fists tightened. Even though this was his first time here, in his mind, he still understood with exceptional clarity that this was his spiritual sense. The surrounding sea of fog, all of it was his.

This was just like a kind of law, deeply engraved into his mind. He tried out the Ten Cardinals Red Lotus, Falling Moon, and so on, but so long as anything was related to qi it was completely ineffective.

Yet across from him, Zhuang Zhou, or perhaps it could be said the Godseal Spark, was already flapping its two wings. A soaring, ominous glint fired out from its delicate compound eyes.

This was a war to devour one another. There was no victory or defeat. Only life and death. This was the bloodiness and frankness of a spiritual sense battle.

“Let’s go.” In his spiritual sense form, Xu Yangyi beckoned. “I’ve wanted to crush you into a million pieces for a long time now.”

“HISS!!!” the butterfly reared back and screeched, its voice shaking the area. In the next second, it was without fear of death. The clouds filling the sky all moved and madly rushed Xu Yangyi!

Xu Yangyi didn’t retreat. Along with...