Divine Emperor Of Death Chapter 486
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Clara cast a disdaining look towards the crowd before she threw her gaze at Jonas as her eyes flashed purple. She imperceptibly curved her lips and then cast her gaze towards an empty spot in the skies.
Jonas who had hidden again in his Illusion after he had done all to escape out of her continuous attacks, had his face turn ugly... He had been found out again!
Unfortunately for Jonas, Clara could more or less see through illusions just like she could see through truths. She knew this fact because she had sparred with her little sister Diana before who had used the same cultivation manual as her Uncle Jonas.
Clara lifted up her hand and pointed her thin index finger at him, "You can't use your cultivation!"
Jonas's pupils dilated as he heard the command. He instantly felt constricted as if chains were binding him! It was as if the invisible chains were trying to block his meridian pathways.
Jonas turned alarmed but he grits his teeth in anger!
"Arghh!!!!" With an angry cry, he felt a snap inwardly and instantly broke through from the ethereal restriction that was cast on him.
Clara narrowed her eyes in scrutiny, 'It didn't work?'
Her command did not work? She found a limitation in her newly comprehended laws.
'No, it looked like uncle was struggling to break from my command...'
Nevertheless, it also looked as if her Uncle Jonas broke the command by just relying on his cultivation base.
She instantly arrived at the conclusion that her cultivation base was not enough to enforce such a command.
'What kind of laws are these?' Clara had the urge to find out about the origins of this law increase, occupying a part of her urge to battle. She wanted to find more about the laws which she was employing.
Jonas looked at Clara in both fright and anger!
'What was that just now?'
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'Although different, it felt the same as that time but different than when she commanded me to not stare at her!'
'What kind of law is this!?'
Jonas felt increasingly dismayed the more he thought about her powers. His face which revealed disbelief and anger calmed down and looked at Clara with a forced smile.
He cast an incantation with his mouth as it spread around them in invisible waves.
Instantly, numerous silhouettes of him surrounded Clara, surrounding her in a sphere, even blotting out the rays of the sunlight as it cast a shadow over her.
Clara's eyes flashed purple at this time, however, she widened her eyes as she felt all of these silhouettes to be somewhat realistic.
"Hahaha! Niece, let me tell you a piece of advice."
Clara's posture instantly turned cautious. No matter where she turned to look, she couldn't find the real Jonas. It was as if numerous eyes were imposing their will upon her!
But no matter what, she knew only one silhouette had to be real.
The hundreds of Jonas surrounding her laughed, "An Illusion once catered to reality might as well be real."
'What does that mean?' Clara didn't have time to think about it as her mind rang alarms of danger!
She again let out a shout, "Illusions are prohibited here!"
The gazes which gave an omnipresent feeling to her instantly disappeared and what appeared in her view was a shocked Jonas floating in the air with an agape mouth.
Clara's lips curved into a slight grin when she saw her uncle obediently reveal his location again. She shot towards him in a flash and snapped her fingers.
Long ice lances conjured in a spiral around her, their icy bodies were cold and frozen while they're sharp enough to pierce through High-Level Sky Grade Materials.
Jonas instantly reacted and flew towards not intending to fall back. Numerous figures appeared beside him but distorted into nothingness.
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'My illusions are useless!?' Jonas turned inwardly shocked and at the same time, numerous ice lances shot towards him at an incredible speed that he was unable to change the course of with his wind laws.
However, with his wind movement technique, he nimbly maneuvered between all the ice lances and simultaneously struck out and wind blades with his waving hands.
The spiral-shaped wind blades whose speed was many times faster than the ice lances quickly arrived before them and destroyed them into various icy shards.
...Jonas who looked smugly at Clara suddenly froze. He quickly looked up and saw the thousands of ice lances hovering over him as they finished condensing, stacked upon rows and rows, ready to pierce him to pieces.
Clara stopped at a distance as she pointed her index finger towards the skies. The sun behind her accentuated her figure and blonde hair, making it looks lustrous gold.
"Ice Phoenix's Lance Descent~" She indifferently uttered as she threw her arm down and pointer her index finger on him.
Thousands of ice lances fell like rain droplets!
Jonas already felt his scalp turn numb!
He quickly descended his body elevation and waved his hand at the thousands of ice lances wanting to destroy them or direct their descending direction towards the sides where it could not harm him.
"Splitting Indus Hurricane!~"
A wind hurricane erupted above him, destroying the first row of the ice lances that fell.
*Clang!~*
*Clang!~*
Ten thousands of ice shards fell towards the surface of the Loret Capital City.
The second row!
The third row!
Fifth! Eighth!
By this time, Jonas had gained distance but he heard a voice which let him indignant as he almost turned crazy!
"Descending is forbidden here!" Clara pointed at Jonas and commanded. Her voice traveled like magical waves and bound Jonas from descending downwards.
Jonas's only delayed a second before moving to the sides, his reaction had been quick but at the same time, he turned aghast.
"Moving sideways is forbidden here!"
'Fuck!' Jonas almost loudly cursed!
He instantly shot upwards and summoned all his energy to counterattack! He could try to break the binding but that would successfully screw him up with the ice lances concentrating on him!
Delaying or taking a wrong decision in this fast-paced fight wouldn't end well for him!
His eyes glowed with a green hue and turned sharp. Numerous sharp wind blades erupted between his brows, hurricanes grew beside him!
He started to wave his hand in a frenzy and went toe to toe along with the ice lances!
*Clang!~*
*Clang!~*
With only being able to move upwards diagonally upwards, his moves and maneuvers were limited but at the same time, it enhanced his actions since only a few choices were left for him to take.
*Clang!~*
*Clang!~*
The thousands of ice lances broke with all those wind blades cutting them to little shards and then floated on the air as if obeying the command that 'Descending is forbidden here'.
Clara watched it all happen without making a move. She waited for her uncle to break the Ice Phoenix Lance Descent she had conjured.
This technique was something that was vaguely recorded in the Sky Grade section of Emperor Grade Manual and this technique alone depleted about 30% of her essence energy.
Combined with her commands which she imposed on her uncle Jonas, less than 50% of her essence energy was left.
She had only given five commands or so yet it took more or less than five percent of her essence energy every time while using normal ice techniques only took one or two percent of her essence energy.
This also told her that this commanding laws that she naturally comprehended with her Transcendent Truth Eyes could possibly be categorized in Greater Laws rather than the Primary Laws.
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