"This floor is the battle hall against one's own illusion!"
Sun Mo introduced while drawing out his dagger, making a cut on his finger.
A drop of blood fell to the ground, instantly spreading out. Then, red vapor rose and permeated the place.
By the time the vapor dissipated, another Sun Mo appeared.
"Wow!"
Li Ziqi gasped. "It looks so similar!"
Both An Xinhui and Jin Mujie immediately wore solemn expressions, assessing this illusion with professional judgments.
From the exterior, this illusion looked exactly the same as Sun Mo. Even Li Ziqi, who often had contact with Sun Mo and was his personal disciple who knew him very well, couldn't tell the difference between the two of them.
His height, hair quality, hair color, and even clothes, were perfectly duplicated.
The only difference was that the illusion didn't have any expressions as if it was wearing a poker face.
"Little Momo."
