The first time they crossed swords, Xia Daoyun controlled the sword light, transforming it into a chessboard that descended from the sky, but the Luohu incarnation effortlessly broke through it. Xia Daoyun exerted herself to the fullest, but the Luohu incarnation continued to counter every move with ease, walking leisurely.
If it weren't for some unknown reason, the Luohu incarnation's attacks were sometimes hesitant, as if hindered and unable to exert full power, especially when its energy stalled at critical moments, giving Xia Daoyun the chance to escape, she might not have survived unscathed.
Both of them felt a lingering fear after narrowly escaping death.
"An incarnation, for decades, how could it become so strong? Almost as powerful as the Luohu's true form." Lu Qingshan couldn't understand.
He was certain there was a secret behind it, one that couldn't be replicated—if it could, the Human Race would have been wiped out long ago.
The question was, what had happened?
