Swish, swish, swish, swish!
Shadows enveloped the sky as if the air were filled with Sikong Xin's figures. A series of blurry images surrounded Ye Xuan completely, then ferociously swept toward him.
Whoosh!
Ye Xuan slashed vertically with his sword, cutting through three residual figures and breaking apart one of the clones.
However, once the clone was broken, the surrounding residual images collapsed into nothingness, wiping out a large swath in an instant.
"So that's how it is."
Ye Xuan's eyes brightened, having discerned the mystery behind Sikong Xin's technique. Among the hundreds of images, the majority were still residuals, with only ten actual clones, each creating over a dozen residuals, which led to this overwhelming offensive display.