Xiao Xian’s ball, upon collision, inevitably slammed heavily into the basket.
The basketball hoop shook violently, the net swaying as well, the entire square trembling, while people’s breaths and eyes, all paused and widened at that moment.
Unable to clearly hear, following the death-like silence behind her, a volcanic torrent of cheers erupted; Xiao Xian only knew she felt awful.
At this moment, Mao Yi and Qu Yang wore indescribable expressions. And him behind her, was he also looking at her with incredulous eyes?
Everything became unimportant. In fact, right after the powerful dunk, Xiao Xian’s brain had lost the ability to think independently.
Such domineering spiritual power, like an inexhaustible spiderweb, much stronger than the copper-quality spiritual energy of her copper space, completely enveloped her. The spiritual energy was too powerful and dense, Xiao Xian could feel a surge of copper-quality spiritual energy being forced out from within her.
At this moment, both Zhou Ziang behind her and Xiao Xian, who had just dunked successfully, truly felt it.
The spiritual power was clashing, with Xiao Xian at an absolute disadvantage, her internal organs being intensely compressed. Her blood seemed ready to explode, boiling and roaring within her body.
The air around her instantly thinned, her original soaring and agile figure, like a light leaf, now became a clumsy lead ball, plummeting to the ground with the force of shattering to pieces.
Xiao Xian felt that beneath her was not the concrete ground, but an abyss thousands of feet deep; if she continued to fall, who knew what awaited her.
(At that instant, on an airplane that had just descended from Beijing International Airport, Mei Nian, who wore an eye mask, pulled it off and, disregarding his image, prostrated himself against the airplane window, peering down through the roaring clouds outside the window.
Two streams of spiritual energy of different colors were wrestling in the skies above Beijing.
"Who would have thought that in Beijing, all of a sudden, two cultivators with considerable strength have appeared. Since Xu Changfu was driven out of Beijing, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt the aura of cultivators.
What’s even more rare is that one of them has strength nearly equal to mine, the other... strange, clearly much weaker than the opponent, how can they hold on for so long?" Mei Nian mumbled to himself. The plane continued to travel, and the battle between the forces of spiritual power also continued.)
Zhou Ziang was also shocked; the Golden-grade Spiritual Power of the Gold Grade Space had never lost control like it did today, attacking outward incessantly as if provoked.
He could see that the target of that spiritual power attack was Xiao Xian.
"Come back," Zhou Ziang first silently chanted in his mind, but to no avail; the mutated spiritual power in his space, like a dam releasing floodwater after a storm, surged uncontrollably.
Everyone was still savoring that slam dunk, an amazing dunk performed by a girl only 1.65 meters tall, not noticing the slender figure that fell from the basketball hoop, now enduring the agony of life and death.
"Come back," Zhou Ziang shouted out loud, but it was still useless, as a formless barrier formed by the spiritual power around them, isolating all the cheers and whistles outside.
A sense of powerlessness and despair overflowed from the bottom of Zhou Ziang’s heart, spreading throughout his body; for the first time, he felt such despair for his own spiritual power, and for the life of her who was about to vanish before his eyes.
Inside the copper space, Little White Jiao swam restlessly; as the physical space carrier, Xiao Xian, was under attack, the stability of the entire space was affected.
The sugarcane seedling seemed to feel the frenzied Golden-grade Spiritual Power of the Gold Grade Space, first stretching out its leaves and then twisting its sugarcane head, spitting disdainfully, its body suddenly surrounded by a cluster of green spiritual energy. This cluster of energy wobbled, its reach expanding until it extended to the outskirts of the space.
As the Golden-grade Spiritual Power crazily besieged Xiao Xian, that gentle copper-quality spiritual energy radiating from within diffused outward like an absorbent sponge, completely absorbing away that surge of Golden-grade Spiritual Power.
The pressure akin to gravity on Xiao Xian’s body disappeared, she was covered in cold sweat, her body heavy, and she crashed to the ground.
Beneath her, there was no hard ground, but a body with just the right softness and a faint scent of grass.
"Turns out, although you look small, you’re not lightweight at all," he saved her once again.
Xiao Xian tried to support herself with strength, but her limbs were weak and could not muster the energy; she just propped herself up and fell down again.