However, the Mage was worthy of being a genius. After thinking for several minutes, she actually drew out a wisp of magical radiance, forming an almost imperceptible elemental thread in front of her.
She pulled her arm backward, and with a whoosh, seven or eight trees were severed at the waist.
Even Ye Qian, who had seen much of the world, was startled by such an absurd talent.
"This is the first time I've seen... someone this gifted."
Muttering to herself, she noticed that the Mage had continued her research. Before long, she no longer even needed elements and had genuinely created a pure mental thread, cutting down a tree.
"This is the limit. I can't do any more than this."
The Mage seemed somewhat disappointed. "I briefly looked into it. I feel that if spirit isn't used to drive elements, then it's just a very insubstantial form of energy. It simply can't cut things from a distance."
"The issue lies in the degree of spiritual compression. If an ordinary person's mental power is like cotton, then by creating pressure, I compressed it into something nearly like a steel needle."
Ye Qian placed her two index fingers opposite each other, then held them horizontally in front of the other girl.
"Touch it lightly with your hand. It's relatively thick right now."
"Really?"
The Mage's eyes lit up. It was her first time touching someone else's spirit in this way.
She slowly raised her arm, her fingertips gradually approaching the gap between Ye Qian's hands.
At a certain moment, a faint sensation reached her. Delight appeared on her face, and she applied a little more force, immediately feeling obvious resistance.
"This is... spiritual pressure?"
"That's right. It only feels like pressure, but this is actually my spirit."
Ye Qian nodded.
She