The ascetics were not surprised to see Xina take flight as well.
The most evil witch in history, capable of stirring up such enormous storms and defeating an army of tens of thousands, would be strange if she could not fly.
What was strange was how she flew. She drifted and swayed, never managing to stop steadily in midair.
Compared with the ascetics, who sat on their robes and hovered steadily, Xina's posture in the air seemed rather playful.
However, it was also very nimble.
Augus watched Xina fly back and forth across the sky with a slight furrow in his brow, realizing that it was difficult to lock onto her.
One side hovered in place, while the other flew freely. In terms of mobility alone, the stationary side was naturally no different from a target.
It was not that Augus could not do the same thing, but that it would be wasteful.
After all, flying with psychokinesis meant driving Magic Energy to continuously propel oneself. Flying aimlessly back and forth in the sky would only waste stamina and Mental Power.
Little did he know that Mo Qiong was merely bouncing Xina around like a ping-pong ball, which required very little effort. After all, he only needed to give her an initial velocity.
Using psychokinesis this way was much like using an Air Wall. With Mo Qiong's proficiency, he had mastered it with ease.
However, in the ascetics' eyes, Xina was simply being overconfident.
"She's strong. We'll attack together!" Augus said seriously.
The eight ascetics did not dare to underestimate her in the slightest. They cast their spells simultaneously. The air around them suddenly blurred, their forms shifted out of alignment, and then three copies of each of them appeared.
In an instant, eight ascetics became twenty-four.
Optical Mirroring?
Mo