Inside the one-zhang-tall Glazed Bottle, Hanyu was like a moth that had flown straight into it, stumbling around inside.
The Glazed Bottle bobbed as it flew upward, then came crashing down at Zhishou.
Zhishou's expression changed. He hurriedly raised a hand to catch it, and a barrier appeared, meeting the bottle in a tremendous midair collision.
The commotion around them grew increasingly outrageous. The man and the bottle seemed to share an understanding: neither wanted to damage the Soul Realm. So they fought higher and higher, until they finally reached the highest heavens.
Hanyu remained trapped inside the bottle, watching their clash in horror.
Zhishou's power left no visible trace, yet every movement of his hands and feet brought out a whole host of ways to counter the attack.
With a wave of his hand, boundless power came rolling in, crashing against the bottle and setting off one thunderous boom after another.
The Glazed Bottle's response was just as simple. From Hanyu's perspective, it could be summed up in one word: Smash!
Such a simple tactic nevertheless forced Zhishou to retreat again and again.
Bang!
A deafening crash shook the entire void. The next moment, the barrier shattered.
Bang!
With a thunderous boom, the bottle smashed Zhishou's power to pieces.
Bang!
A muffled thud, and Zhishou flew out of sight.
Hanyu was aghast. He couldn't even imagine how powerful the bottle's blow had been.
A moment later, when Zhishou returned in a sorry state, the bottle was about to smash him again. The Zhishou before him no longer had any of that murderous aura. He could only wave his hands helplessly.
"I'm not actually trying to kill him!"
But the bottle didn't seem willing to listen to his explanation, and kept up its relentless assault.
Zhishou took hit after hit.