This was a so-called "Mirrorkill Formation." These layers upon layers of "Past" incarnations were, to put it plainly, just a whole lot of spiritual energy used to create an illusion. In theory, if you ignored them, these tricks couldn't actually inflict any real harm. But in practice, this wasn't an ordinary illusion—it was an extremely sophisticated one. For most people, in that instant, all their senses would be thrown off. Sight, hearing, and touch—even intuition—would all tell them that these attacks were real.
But once you truly believed that, the countless empty attacks made up of those mirrors would travel through your mind and into reality, becoming real attacks.
Even most psychics would have their lives snuffed out this way.
Yu Lian, however, found it utterly dull. He felt downright insulted. His opponent was the "Duke of the Past." Could he really be so overconfident as to think Yu Lian couldn't pass such a simple test of will? This kind of flashy nonsense would only leave an opening, wouldn't it?
The instant those mirrored figures closed in, Yu Lian had already found nine ways to counterkill his opponent on the spot. Nine!
Still, since this was the "Duke of the Past," maybe he was still putting on an act? Yu Lian decided to stay cautious a little longer and raise his guard. He ignored the attacks that came down like a storm, each one seemingly capable of tearing him to pieces. Guided only by an ineffable intuition, he swung Liming's dawn-colored atomic light blade at one of the "Past" figures.
In an instant, all the phantoms vanished, and the real "Past" was exposed. He had to change his move on the spot, awkwardly pulling his sword back with a deeply uncomfortable-looking motion to block Liming's counterstrike. Even so, the escaping