Outside.
Li Ye had already spread his palm, extending a branch of the Jianmu from within it.
At the top of the Jianmu shimmered a streak of white radiance.
All the power he had accumulated within the Jianmu—already greater than an ordinary Golden Core cultivator's spiritual power—had condensed together.
Yang Ke watched from the side, his heart pounding with fear.
Th-this power, if it were aimed at him, he probably would not even have a chance to run.
The Jianmu was inherently connected to space. In particular, any spiritual power Li Ye released through the Jianmu would inevitably strike its target once cast, unless the opponent's attainments in space surpassed those of the current Jianmu.
And most life-saving spells were related to space—Yang Ke himself carried a spatial talisman that could return him to his ancestral land in an instant.
"Brother Yang."
Li Ye said to Yang Ke, "The situation here is somewhat complicated. Once I rescue my spirit pets, we need to escape immediately."
"Be careful not to get hurt by my spiritual power."
Yang Ke hurriedly nodded. "Don't worry about me, Brother Li. Just do what you need to do. If we need to flee later, I have a few methods as well."
He took out a small boat and set it on the ground.
"Mm."
"Thank you for your help this time, Brother Yang. Once we get out, I'll properly thank you."
After confirming that Yang Ke was ready, Li Ye let out a deep breath of stale air and ruthlessly drove the Jianmu branch into the space before him.
Crack!
As the Jianmu pierced through.
The space before it suddenly shattered.
That point of white light spread into fissured patterns at a visible speed. The originally azure sea was instantly eroded by the white light, turning