Hundreds of clones, thousands of flying swords.
The cave, which was originally quite spacious, now seemed a bit crowded. Coupled with the fact that each clone was ferocious beyond compare, Chi Lin and his companions suddenly felt as if they were facing an army.
"This... this, an illusion skill?"
The Cyan Flood Dragon Mountain Master under Chi Lin's command was no longer as relaxed as before, his voice trembling slightly.
The eyes of the Old Turtle Demon flashed with blood light, he discreetly retreated two steps, "No, it's the real Clone Technique!"
The Spirit Sect Leader Chi Lin was initially shocked, then the greed in his cold eyes intensified, "What a good spell. Human, if you hand over this technique, I might spare your life!"
Zhang Kui was amused, "Heh heh, you're indeed a true scoundrel. Many have been envious of my skill, but you're the first to dare demand it so overtly."
Saying this, he revealed his sinister white teeth.
"I'm just afraid you won't live to take it!"
