The Law of Destiny couldn't be used offensively either.
As Wu Lia reached Long Chen, he was finally able to get a glimpse of Long Chen again. Long Chen's head was already bleeding. His clothes were dirty, and there were scratches all over his body.
"Sigh, I had such high hopes for this high clash against the person even she is scared of. But you're disappointing. The prophecy is surely crap," Wu Lia snorted as he snapped his finger.
Long Chen's body started rising in the air again and stopped right in front of him as he stood in the air. His arms and legs were stretched wide as if both his hands and legs were tied to opposite walls.
"Do you know how disappointing it is?" Wu Lia asked Long Chen as he raised his hand.
A few specks of lights appeared near his hand that started joining up and taking the shape of the Sword.
The Sword was half the size of Long Chen's Time Sword in length and width.
The bright golden sword floated before Wu Lia, who caught the Sword's hilt.