In his hands was a ball of condensed light, looking like a sphere of watery milk that surged with waves on its surface, about the size of a basketball. Shen Taixu had produced it from where, Li Ling had no idea, but just like his previous light beams, trying to scan it with spirit sense led to a feeling of being seared by scorching light power.
Of course, at this distance, Li Ling could make use of his refined spirit sense from the Nine Heights Pagoda to bear the brunt and scan the attack with some ease, shocked to find that it was essentially the entirety of Shen Taixu's dharma power condensed without using a specific daoist art.
After all, daoist arts were not instant casts and took time to unleash for any cultivator, even for Li Ling, who had perfected most of his. Shen Taixu did not know when Li Ling would strike or whether he would at all, as this attack had been done before during his fight with Bai Yegui.
