"Hehehe, go on, keep swinging your sword.
Let's see how long you can keep it up.
After all, my shadow army is limitless.
If you want to play, I'm happy to play with you all day."
As he spoke, Ares casually stepped out from behind a nearby tree and snapped his fingers.
In an instant, four or five shadow clones of himself materialized around Alan.
These figures seemed almost real—
Only with intense focus could one spot the subtle differences between them and the true body.
Alan steadied himself, took a few deep breaths, and sneered coldly,
"You really think I'm an idiot?
If I can't touch these shadows, then they can't hurt me either.
Why would I waste my strength fighting them?"
Ares smiled as well, leaning lazily against the tree and twirling his fingers.
"Can't hurt you?
That's not guaranteed."
"What?!"
Alan's heart tightened instinctively.
Without hesitation, he rolled sideways.
Where he had just stood—
