Just as Su Shi'er sensed that something was amiss, a crisp crack rang out in his Sea of Consciousness.
The sword-light condensed from his divine sense shattered completely beneath the impact of the Anomalous Power.
Before Su Shi'er could mount another defense, the Anomalous Power slammed viciously into the space of his Sea of Consciousness, making his head feel as though it were splitting apart.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down Su Shi'er's temples in an instant.
In the courtyard, Ren Ze and the others held their breaths at the sight, their hearts leaping into their throats.
Though they had no idea what was happening, they could tell that Su Shi'er's condition was far from good.
"Grandpa Ren, Senior Su... he looks like he's in so much pain. Hurry and help him!"
Seeing this, Bai Zhuling hurriedly cast a pleading look at Ren Ze.
"Zhuling, don't panic. Fellow Daoist Su will be fine!"
Ren Ze quickly reassured her, yet he did not rush to act.
As a cultivator himself, he could clearly see that Su Shi'er's problem lay in his Sea of Consciousness.
Such a sensitive place—acting rashly would not help Su Shi'er, but harm him instead.
The Second Elder of the Night Clan stood to one side without a word, staring intently at Su Shi'er. With her ocular technique in motion, she could vaguely see what was happening within Su Shi'er's Sea of Consciousness, and her face was grave.
Under the anxious gazes of the group,
within Su Shi'er's Sea of Consciousness, the Anomalous Power pressed forward step by step.
His divine sense crumbled like a defeated army, while fine cracks began appearing throughout his Sea of Consciousness.
Just as the Anomalous Power was about to charge into the Sea of Consciousness,
Su Shi'er, equally frantic,