The entire sky outside the mountain stream resembled daylight, with arcs of lightning and vortices intertwining as if forming a small sun.
Cousin and the Mo Family disciples had just retreated, only to see arcs of lightning occasionally striking downward from the vortices, causing a tremendous boom upon hitting the ground.
The vortices were also gradually worn away by the barrage of lightning arcs, leading to subtle distortions in the void through their mutual pulling.
Han Yu shielded his eyes in pain, having failed to react immediately, accidentally looking directly into the blazing white light that suddenly flared, now crying with tears streaming down his face.
The two forces continued their destructive clash for a considerable moment before finally dissipating into nothingness.
Looking again at the surroundings, the mountain stream was completely ravaged, with deep pits scattered all around.
The old housekeeper then grabbed Han Yu and flew towards Cousin and the others.
