"Oh, not bad!" Lu Jiaojiao's replica had clearly anticipated the move, easily dodging her attack. "Did you think you could ambush me like that? Too naive!" The mocking tone made Lu Jiaojiao's expression darken.
In the third enclosed space, Lilia also encountered a replica of herself. The copy looked at her with cold indifference. "Lilia, you're always so indecisive. You'll never achieve anything great. You, take revenge on the organization and regain control? You're daydreaming."
The words struck a nerve, and Lilia retorted, "I'm not! I've been trying to change!"
Her replica merely laughed mockingly. "Trying? Your efforts are a joke. Look at you, still so weak." As she spoke, a formless, colorless longsword of Telekinesis materialized in the replica's hand, and she lunged at Lilia. Lilia hastily used her own Telekinesis to simulate her sword and block the attack. Unseen shockwaves echoed through the space.
