Ye Wenzhong was still looking down at both sides of the battle. When he saw Song Shi emerge from the blood river again, his eyes turned even colder.
This fellow's methods were too strange. He felt that the clone or incarnation just now was very similar to his main body. Even he did not know of such a strange cultivation technique, so how did this fellow obtain it?
The gloomy middle-aged man killed the other party with another strike, but he didn't feel any sense of accomplishment.
"Stop playing tricks. Let's see how many doppelgangers you can have!"
He sneered and transformed into the Golden Battle King. He held his sword with both hands and charged towards the blood river alone. With a single strike, a portion of the blood river was torn apart.
