Shen Le's whole body trembled!
When that wisp of white light burst out of the silk fabric, it had been aimed straight at his forehead—at the space between his brows!
If he was careless, it could blow a hole right through his head!
And this thing was dangerous! It might currently have form but no substance, seeming like nothing more than a ray of light struggling between his fingers, but he could clearly feel its power!
Not only did it exert force, it also felt incredibly sharp, as though thousands of needles were stabbing into his skin. If he so much as slipped—
His fingers could be pierced full of holes, as if he were gripping a handful of embroidery needles!
In fact, if he had not drawn upon metal-element power to protect his fingers, wrapping layer upon layer around his hand, they would already have been punctured through!
This wisp of white light was five inches long and half an inch wide, thinner than a strand of hair. It swayed back and forth between his fingers like a fish.
With every sway and every ripple, it felt as though it would break free at any moment.
Shen Le lowered his gaze slightly and steadied his breathing. After long training, even though his heart was pounding wildly, he quickly calmed down and began to draw upon the warm current within his body.
Gradually, a silvery-white radiance rose between his fingers and palm. First, it lit up his entire hand, then it enveloped his arm, shoulder, and whole body. Finally, it folded inward, wrapping up the white light he had caught earlier.
The white light lunged left and right, struggling with all its might, yet it could not pierce through the silver light Shen Le had summoned. Its movements gradually slowed,