Truth: Luo Yuan's Power

"Again."

"What on earth does Luo Yuan grasp?"

"Heaven knows."

Some living beings seemed to be analyzing.

Luo Yuan's situation was very special. Right now, his strength was roughly on par with Ye, who had returned heavily injured back then. At a glance, he was on the verge of being wiped out at any moment.

Of course.

This might also be the only chance to wipe out Luo Yuan.

Therefore.

All the living beings were watching from afar.

Only.

Right from the start, this battle was extremely bizarre.

Unlike the past when the God of Sin Ye's trump cards were constantly exhausted and he was ultimately wiped out by Chen Feng, Luo Yuan at present had not wasted any divine power so far, nor was he injured.

Every single time, he could conjure up the exact same things.

Whether it was the shadow, the Running Lights Shadow Troupe, or this heaven-shaking sword strike.

"Can this even be imitated?"

Qin Hai sighed.

He really had no other options left.

His most powerful sword strike, when coordinated with Wu Hui, reached a level comparable to the peak of a high-rank high-rank god, yet it was mirrored by the opponent. What else could he do?

It seemed the opponent could even deal with complex abilities.

Instead of just a single ability!

Qin Hai thought this to himself.

"Wu Hui."

"Condense another shadow."

Chen Feng suddenly spoke up.

"Alright."

Wu Hui nodded.

He was capable of the simplest phantom condensation, and as long as he made that group of people see the shadow and fill in the rest with their imagination, it would naturally turn into yet another shadow.

Swish!

Beneath a flash of light and shadow, Chen Feng appeared.

"Look."

"The shadow has appeared again!"

"He really didn't die; it was just like