Although Amilo had no Spell Spirits from the Time Faction or the Mind School, Yinzhi could interfere with spacetime, the mind, and even light itself with Break Myriad Laws. To be fair, though, even if she folded these techniques into her combat system, they would not increase her strength by much. The others would soon adapt to her new attack rhythm.
She had endured until this very moment to reveal this trump card precisely so she could pile every troublesome matter together and solve them all at once. That made everything much simpler.
Under the interference of Yinzhi's hands, neither Philly nor Long Yuan could sense that their attacks had changed direction. The tiniest gap in their minds was magnified to the limit, while spacetime and light bent into a curved mirror convincing enough to pass for reality.
She did not need to lift a finger at all. Philly and Long Yuan would strike each other with lethal blows.
This was her favorite ending: defiers slaughtering one another, followers receiving grace, the fate of all living beings left for her to toy with, left for her to trample!
The sole victor could only be the greatest Prophecy spellcaster from antiquity to the present. The vacant Supreme Throne, too, rightly belonged to an existence capable of gazing into the future!
But she was not the only one with a trump card.
Amid the chaotic Space Ripples, Yinzhi realized her position had changed. All that remained in her field of vision was Long Yuan's staff—she had been teleported right in front of Long Yuan!
Long Yuan had never said he could only teleport himself. He had always been able to teleport other targets; he had merely kept it hidden all along, because he knew that if he used this move and failed