Liu Shu lightly danced her slender hands, her mana misting into vapor and raising a patch of Auspicious Clouds around her.
This cloud mist had been formed from her true cultivation—the Yunlan Furi Jue. The white weapon appeared light and fluttering, yet it was actually filled with fierce, mighty force, not following the soft and yielding path its appearance suggested.
Yet unlike what ordinary cultivators imagined, though this cloud mist was incomparably fierce, it could be released and withdrawn at will. More terrifyingly, this invisible thing came with several insidious transformations. For instance, when it encountered rigid defenses or body-hardening techniques, it could swiftly turn into a vortex—the Divine Sandstorm—using fierce force to grind its opponent to death alive. And when it met an enemy skilled at borrowing force to strike back, it could rapidly collapse into lightning—the Thunderclap Storm.
But even with such sharp and ferocious attacks, Liu Shu did not dare to unleash them. She could only turn them into a cyclone to guard herself.
There were simply too many enemies.
Seven Hu Jianhaos stood before her.
"What exactly is this? The Tianguang Huawu Jue or Lieyang Boqi?" Liu Shu tensely looked around. This divine ability was far too strange, completely surpassing Chuan Gong Hall's descriptions of those two optical cultivation methods!
The Hu Family inherited their optical arts from generation to generation. Mirror images and image-forming techniques were extremely common among optical spells. If that were all, Liu Shu would not have treated it as if facing a great enemy. What was more terrifying was that these mirror images possessed attack power!
This was not Piao Miao Palace's True True Incarnation Technique. How could it be so outrageous?
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Hu Jianhao's mouth.
Light was a transverse wave. This was one