As black as ink, swaths of qi were occasionally extruded in the wake of the vortex’s revolution. With each spin, the middle-stage Foundation Establishment qi within became stronger and stronger!

Ziqi. Xu Yangyi called out in his spiritual sense, but he didn’t gain the other’s response.

Not calling out again, his gaze focused on the vortex before him. Without rest or pause… what in the world was this thing? Everything here was too strange… so strange that it didn’t make any sense at all!

Even after Nalan Liusu, the battle still hadn’t concluded. The entity appearing now was already middle-stage Foundation Establishment. Supposing he did win the coming fight… then would a late-stage Foundation Establishment opponent come next? Or… Core Formation?

Swoosh swoosh swoosh… The vortex noiselessly spun. Ten minutes later, a pale hand bulging with veins slowly extended out.

Following this hand’s extension, shadows churned out from the vortex like a tide. These shadows seemed like living beings. Some shadows revolved at the hand’s fingertips then became a butterfly or a small black tiger. Some shadows arched out like electricity, as if sensing the fingertips becoming a sharp sword. A majority of the shadows, subconsciously, only knew to curl upon this hand. It was as if...