The air between them crackled with energies as the two combatants faced each other.
Xùyán's white and silver fur gleamed, the dark mana corruption having bleached his coat while enhancing his natural coloring.
His seven tails swayed behind him, each one crackling with the mixture of silver and purple.
"Let's see how long you last against real power," Xùyán said.
The battle erupted without further warning. Xùyán gestured sharply, and a dozen illusory copies of himself materialized around the clearing, each one solid enough to cast shadows and leave footprints.
"Celestial Mist: Ethereal Mist," Grim whispered, as thick fog began to seep from his body.
But Xùyán's enhanced perception cut through the concealment easily. Fire erupted from multiple directions as the copies attacked in perfect coordination, their flames burning with silver and purple edges that seemed to devour the mist itself.
