Tyrant looked at the nine figures who were headed toward them and suddenly smiled, "Stridor? Why have you come here?"
The nine figures surrounded Fang Xingjian and Tyrant. Unexpectedly, all nine of them who were wearing gray robes looked exactly the same.
Hearing Tyrant's words, the nine silhouettes by the name of Stridor spoke at the same time, "Tyrant? You dare rebel and join Fang Xingjian?"
Tyrant shrugged and communicated with Fang Xingjian through his will. "This guy is one of the three greatest geniuses the Terrene Shrine has nurtured in the recent ten or so years. In the past, he was of around the same level as me.
"His ability is to split and clone himself. However, the highest number he can reach is only ten. There's one more that's always hidden so that he can remain safe."
Tyrant looked at Stridor and said, "Don't say stuff like rebellion. We're all Gray Robed Mages. We place our faith in god and are loyal to ourselves.
