"If I knew, wouldn't I have told you?"
The leader of the Feathered Sky Civilization shook her head helplessly: "Even if I want to fuse two Laws into one Secret Technique, I need to add some coordinating Laws."
"The Law Prototypes you've comprehended aren't enough; there's no way to forcefully fuse them."
"Based on my deductions, the reason he can smoothly fuse these two Law Prototypes is most likely because he relies on a Cultivation Technique that matches his Racial Talent."
"Just like our race's affinity for Space, this kind of thing can't be learned."
Saying this, she looked at the thirty-mile-tall Spatial Elemental Giant in the Arena with a hint of amazement in her eyes.
Such racial talent is truly overwhelmingly powerful.
Unless something unexpected happens, this race must have some kind of limitation, just like her race.
