"Today, I will use your blood to consecrate my White Blade!"
"Ye Jiujie, today on the Xiangxie Divine Platform, this will be your burial ground!"
He roared wildly, in stark contrast to his previous calmness. At this moment, his eyes were filled with violent killing intent, surpassing even that of Shangchuan Duan Shui.
"Nine-layered Shadow Clone, Thousand Layers of Illusion!"
He whispered, intertwining the last three fingers behind his hands, then placing his index finger and thumb together, a posture exclusive to Ninjas.
Three, six, twelve
He remained motionless, but his figure multiplied into three. Then, the shadows multiplied geometrically, each clone identical to Shangchuan Duantian, indistinguishable from the original.
In less than a few seconds, nearly a thousand phantom clones appeared in the sky, forming an arc, encircling Ye Qingfeng at the center. The most astonishing thing was that each of them held a broken White Blade.
