The sword light flickered wildly!
A thousand-foot silver thunder flashed briefly, and several sky-reaching wind pillars were instantly severed, splitting into a swirling storm that scattered apart.
The punch wind was silent and invisible!
In the center of some wind pillars, a flash of golden light appeared, revealing massive whirlpools about an acre in size, spinning rapidly.
The wind pillars trembled and were forcibly drawn into the golden whirlpools birthed within themselves, dissipating into the formless force of collapse and extinguishing.
Under the joint effort of two Mahayana Realm existences, such a terrifying divine power was forcibly dispelled and retreated.
After leaving this stormy sea, the Devil Spirit Sacred Boat increased its speed and flew directly out of the canyon.
For the remainder of the journey, Han Li and his party encountered no significant dangers, and finally, after half a year, they flew into the Spirit Race's domain.
