He drew a deep breath, and the aura around him changed abruptly. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, like lightning, like a sword, stabbing straight at Li Bufan's eyes.
It was no ordinary look, but an attack condensed from the full force of his spiritual sense.
In Li Bufan's Spirit Sea, lightning erupted the moment Gu Moxie looked at him.
Purple thunder exploded through his Spirit Sea like a heavenly tribulation descending, threatening to obliterate his spiritual sense.
The thunder was wild and fierce. Wherever it passed, his spiritual sense tore apart like paper.
Li Bufan was shocked. He had never expected Gu Moxie's spiritual-sense attack to be so terrifying.
Though his spiritual sense had reached the Object Manipulation Realm, he knew only the basic techniques he had practiced before: Spirit Stab, Spirit Sense, and Spirit Control. They were the most rudimentary of the rudimentary.
He dared not hesitate. He sank his mind into his Spirit Sea, turned his spiritual sense into a flurry of needles, and sent them at the lightning.
Those needles held the force of his spiritual sense and were razor-sharp. He tried to pierce the lightning with them.
But the instant they touched it, the Lightning Power shattered them into motes of light.
The lightning rampaged through his Spirit Sea like an unstoppable natural disaster, leaving not a blade of grass in its wake.
Li Bufan unleashed Spirit Stab several times in succession, but he could not stop its advance.
His spiritual sense drained rapidly, while the lightning only grew stronger and drew closer.
Just as he ran out of options, the Small Cauldron in his Spirit Sea suddenly stirred.
The ancient-looking Small Cauldron shuddered violently and gave off a low hum.
A golden flame emerged from it—the Great Sun Golden Yang Flame!
Ever since