He retracted his external spiritual power, allowing his body to be propelled forward by the flow of energy transformed from the materials within the channel. A thin barrier of silver-gray mist formed around him, isolating the violent spatial energy outside the channel.
The end of the transmission channel grew increasingly bright, with vague images beginning to appear.
Life Throat squinted, locking the final wisp of spiritual power completely within.
Then he relaxed his body, letting himself fall like a kite with a broken string towards the light.
The silver space channel rapidly disintegrated behind him, turning into countless star fragments, while his figure, accompanied by a violent sense of weightlessness, plunged into the multicolored space channel of the Youlu Council that transported external prey.
Raising his head, he could see many other captured creatures like himself tumbling in the channel like falling leaves caught in a storm.
