Although the large-scale spell had been broken, Beiming Xuan did not retreat even half a step, despite the stormy waves raging in his heart. The instinct for battle overwhelmed his shock. He keenly caught the opportunity presented by the unavoidable dip in Chu Shihan's aura and the brief gap in his spiritual power after that heaven-shaking sword strike, and immediately changed tactics.
Water had no fixed form; gathering and scattering depended on the heart. There was no point in cutting it apart. His thoughts raced as he guided the scattered water to gather once more, whirl back around, and envelop Chu Shihan anew from every direction, crushing down on him and restricting his movements.
Yet the instant that thought arose, he sensed an abnormal flow in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him—it was gathering toward the pitch-black longsword in Chu Shihan's hand at a speed that could only be called insane!
That sword seemed like a bottomless abyss, greedily devouring every scrap of spiritual energy within reach. On its blade, that heart-palpitating black radiance began to gather and compress once again...
With such efficient absorption and conversion of external spiritual energy to replenish himself, the time needed to build up power had been drastically shortened. In such a short time, he could already unleash a second slash?!
Normally, if a cultivator absorbed a huge amount of external spiritual energy that had not been fully refined within a short period, the violent power would place an immense burden on their meridians and could even damage them.
But before his eyes—of the spiritual energy Chu Shihan absorbed through his natal spirit sword, only a tiny portion fed back into his body, maintaining his basic expenditure and protective aura. The overwhelming majority was directly absorbed, contained, and released by that