Still not enough? The Ancient Dragon Demon Race watched Su Bai escape.
That punch had been enough to instantly kill an ordinary Late Deity Transformation cultivator.
Yet Su Bai had taken it.
Su Bai spoke softly. "After all, this is merely a projected clone controlled by a wisp of will, separated by the vast distance and rule barriers between the Upper and Lower Realms..."
"For the consciousness to be transmitted here, then drive this Lower Realm body forged from Blood Essence and Law Power, there must inevitably be some... lack of smoothness, no? It is like controlling a puppet through a thick pane of glazed glass. There will always be the slightest hint of sluggishness."
What he had exposed was the greatest weakness of the Ancient Dragon Demon Ancestor's projection—delay.
This included how it had been caught off guard by his initial spatial ambush and physical body assault, as well as the mobilization and eruption of the Law of Power during its counterattack just now. To outsiders, there had seemed to be no difference.
But in the eyes of someone like Su Bai, who was equally proficient in laws and possessed perception sharpened to the utmost limit, there were indeed extremely subtle, disjointed stutters.
Such a tiny flaw was an opening that experts of the same level could exploit.
Of course, even Yun Jianming, at the peak of Nascent Soul, and the Demon King, a supreme powerhouse with the three great ancient bloodlines, would have been utterly unable to detect such a level of delay.
The Ancient Dragon Demon Ancestor's projection did not reply.
Its Primordial Spirit remained firmly locked onto Su Bai, especially the cracks on his body that were rapidly repairing themselves.
Upon seeing this, it had completely understood that the Lu Jiu before it was also a