Bi Fan gritted his teeth, long since numb to the pain, as the violent storm spun him rapidly around the eye of the vortex.
The dizzying sensation made him feel as though the Sea of Soul inside him were about to explode, swelling with unbearable pressure.
He could clearly feel his consciousness growing hazy. Before long, he was fighting the storm on pure instinct.
Unlike the lightning he had spent more than half a year tempering himself against, the storm swept over him with even greater ferocity. The former brought him pain; the latter could take his life at any moment.
If he hadn't been flung out of the windless point in the storm by a stroke of luck that day, and had the dragon scale not helped him, he could never have escaped with his life.
Now the storm had come again, and Bi Fan was just as helpless as before.
The Spirit Control Technique the old man had taught him was completely impossible to perform at that moment. He had prepared thoroughly, but the immense Soul Power wrapped around his spirit body was swept away by the storm in a single pass. What remained was blown away without a trace by the second blast of wind.
His spirit body shattered. Inside the somewhat strengthened Sea of Soul, red waves churned—this was the state of his Soul Power now, pushed to its absolute limit.
Beneath the storm, he was no more than a tiny boat on the open sea, liable to capsize at any moment.
To be destroyed, to vanish completely, to be annihilated in this space—it seemed that this was the fate Bi Fan could never escape.
The consciousness he had clung to so desperately seemed on the verge of disappearing, too. In a daze, he saw Xiao