The vortex hovered overhead, slowly revolving.

It was like a bottomless abyss. The descending, explosive lightning power was relentlessly devoured, scattering radiant, flowing light that illuminated the entire sky.

Weng!

It was as if invisible hands were tugging on Song Changhe’s pine-marked sword. It buzzed and shook in midair.

As if it were wailing.

The crowd had long since moved further away. When they saw this, disbelief was written all over their faces; it was as if they’d just witnessed a miracle.

“He blocked it… just like that!?” Gu Shandu’s eyes widened.

“That wasn’t ‘blocking.’ That was absolute suppression!” muttered Cao Ying.

Song Changhe’s attack could have threatened just about any Spiritual Incarnation Realm cultivator.

Yet Su Yi completely countered it. Before it could unleash its true power, that mysterious and inscrutable whirlpool suppressed it!

It was as if it had encountered its natural enemy; everything had its weakness!

Thus, it seemed to the onlookers that Su Yi had neutralized that terrifying attack with no effort at all.

“Such miraculous methods exist?” Meng Jinghai’s heart shook.

He considered his own abilities, and came to the conclusion that he could have blocked Song Changhe’s attack, but he would have had to go all out.

Yet Su...