However, Wang Zijia did not intend to stop. His eyes gleamed with a golden light as he quickly observed each of the old man's avatars.
Simultaneously, he cracked a grin as his flesh eerily began to wriggle. Like shedding skin or discarding clothes, his skin split open from the bridge of his nose, peeling off layer by layer as new avatars emerged one by one.
Aside from a crack on the front, each of the avatars appeared identical to Wang Zijia's original body, even their aura was the same.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of individuals emerged, each governed by a divine thought, equipped with sinister smiles, and purely resembling real people.
A moment ago, he had been a solemn practitioner of the Earth-element Dao from the Profound Sect Orthodox School, yet in a span of seconds, he had transformed into this bizarre manifestation. This sudden change induced a momentary rigidity in the Bloodsmoke Old Daoist's actions and expression.
