Lan Xue raised her pristine small right hand and a light blue hue swiftly encased her arm. A group of three ethereal copies suddenly stopped, their limbs getting cold and rigid, covered with a thick layer of ice.
Very quickly, they turned into ice statues, dropping down towards the ground and breaking into thousands of pieces. However, Lan Xue raised her head to look and fifteen more of those disgusting copies, were already nearing her. They were divided into two groups; one containing six copies and the other with nine of them.
Her lithe body swiftly turned in midair and as snow crystals danced around her, a huge wall made of solid water blocked the path of the first group of copies.
Buzz!
Slash!
Crack!
