The many copies of Yang Tianhan converged into one. He was a man who had consistently succeeded and was like a god of death.
At that moment, Qin Huai easily parried his punch, causing the atmosphere to feel tense and almost frozen. Everyone watched the two locked in this standstill.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, more than a dozen people charged from behind Yang Tianhan, aiming for his waist, head, lower body, chest, ankles...
Although they were stripped of their cultivation levels and even their king's force was suppressed, years of combat and life-risking experiences had honed their exceptional fighting skills. Despite their lack of vitality advantage, they saw an opportunity as Qin Huai had managed to grab Yang Tianhan's fist.
However, dozens of Yang Tianhan duplicates materialized and turned to counter the oncoming attackers. Undeterred, they yelled in unison, "Don't be scared, these are illusions! The real one is still in his original spot!"
