Zhang Yu did not spare the human face another glance. There were still matters unresolved here; those great spirits remained, and Wei An could not hold out alone for long.
He raised his wrist, and a glass bottle dropped into his palm. Removing the stopper, he aimed the mouth upward and gave it a slight shake. A strange vibration issued from within.
The vibration spread like ripples across water and, in an instant, reached the bodies of the great spirits above. They seemed utterly incapable of resisting this force and soon began to vibrate along with it, forming a resonance.
By this point, even if they wanted to stop, they could not, for what drove this power was not only the four great spirits confined within the glass bottle, but their own strength as well. All those forces combined were not something any single entity could break free from.
This was precisely an ingenious use of the shared trait that all great spirits drew their spirituality from one source. Since the source of all power came from the High One, the power of the High One could be wielded with great ease.
Had the Pure Spirit Abode been here, this move naturally could not have prevailed against it. But now, the will shared by all spirituality was to return to the original body, and Zhang Yu's action happened to follow that intent, like pushing a boat along with the current. Thus, however unwilling the great spirits themselves might have been, their bodies could not resist.
Seeing that all the great spirits had been subdued, Zhang Yu shook the glass bottle in his hand once more. The spiritual light connected to the bottle began to whirl, and for a moment, it was as though a vortex of spirituality had risen from