Inside the Glazed Bottle, which was about a foot high, Han Yu flailed around like a moth caught in a trap, stumbling and colliding within.
And the Glazed Bottle shook as it flew upward, aiming to smash down upon Zhī Sǒu's head.
Zhī Sǒu's expression changed as he hurriedly raised his hand to support it, a barrier appeared, sparking a tremendous collision in mid-air.
The sounds around grew increasingly bizarre; the one person and one bottle seemed to have a mutual understanding, unwilling to destroy the Soul Realm, as a result, their battle ascended higher and higher, finally reaching even above the Nine Heavens.
Han Yu remained trapped inside the bottle, horrified as he watched the clash between both sides.
Zhī Sǒu's movements showed no apparent trace of power, yet every gesture and motion was filled with various coping strategies.
With a wave of his hand came an endless vast force, which when struck outside the bottle, produced incessant roars.
