The keen spearhead carved out a lovely sound like shattering jade as Yong Ji crashed open a mangled, brilliant white passage.
With assaults on his mind and intent screened out, however many mirror shards there were, they amounted to nothing more than True Qi and Spirit Profound. Breaking through enemy formations should have been his greatest strength.
Yong Ji smashed up a great spray of dazzling white waves within this exquisitely sharp, magnificent realm. Amid the sweep of red-and-white True Qi, his great spear violently pierced the spot where Lu Wei had just stood. Of course, it found only emptiness, and the next moment, Shattered Jade and Broken Glaze flew past him... every tiny fragment reflected his figure.
...Mirror.
A pillar sword of Dragon Lord Dongting's Lesser Fate Master Sword System. A construct of Spirit Profound and True Qi would not merely produce a vast optical illusion.
Every tiny mirror shard possessed the ability to replicate disturbances within its reflection.
You thrust your sword at the mirror, and the you inside the mirror thrust a sword at you.
Countless True Profound mirrors, differing in strength but identical in essence, simultaneously thrust this spear at him. In an instant, blood dyed his body red.
Yong Ji gave a low shout. Vast Hou energy surged out, knocking away the subsequent broken mirrors, but that same shock rebounded upon him. His muscles and bones shuddered violently, yet he did not stop at all. He forcibly endured all the ensuing damage, then charged straight ahead again.
Wounds closed into lines across his steel-like body. Every time a recoil struck, he countered it with an identical surge of True Qi. Zheng's keenness permeated this body completely. After only two attempts, he found the most balanced state, and his body swallowed all the negligible backlash.
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