At the moment of intersection, the shockwave and the source light collided violently. The even, smooth ripples instantly fractured and shattered, yet ultimately pierced through. Force was always mutual; the ghost beast's spiritual power shattered the shockwave transformed from Yu Ci's Yin Spirit, while the shockwave also exerted its force upon the source light, though merely a single thread, quite feeble.
Yet this was already enough.
In terms of scale, given the ghost beast's berserk spiritual power, even if ten of Yu Ci's Yin Spirits were "kneaded" together, they would still be crushed to powder. However, any formidable power required a stable structure at its core; otherwise, it was equivalent to replacing the load-bearing pillars of a magnificent grand hall with toothpicks. Its own weight alone would crush it.
The power penetrated by the Yin Spirit's shockwave was not worth mentioning, but snapping a "toothpick" presented no problem at all!
Within the field of vision, the originally somewhat regular ripple lines were thrown into complete chaos. The form of the source light grew even more berserk, expanding and contracting dozens of times in the blink of an eye, which signified that its spiritual power had fallen into irredeemable disorder before ultimately collapsing with a boom.
The light abruptly dimmed.
Yu Ci's body shook, his Yin Spirit returning to its physical vessel. The marvelous field of vision finally faded, and he once again beheld the firelight of the burning blood droplets within the fissure space. Yet before his eyes, another cluster of cyan-white flames flickered, a thousand times more intense than those scattered fiery sparks.
He staggered to his feet, staring at the cyan-white flames burning quietly within the space. The firelight faintly still retained the outline of the ghost beast's colossal torso, but since the word "quiet" was used to