The Clone's Mysterious Trail

Ripples suddenly spread through the depths of Zhang Tie's sea of consciousness. His divine sense surged forth like a dragon breaking out of the sea, splitting into two in midair and transforming into two tiny swords only an inch long.

The black sword seemed condensed from an abyss, fine streaks of lightning flowing across its surface, every electric arc seemingly capable of tearing space apart. The blue sword was like a frozen glacier, Ice Crystals continuously forming and shattering across its blade, radiating a chill that made souls tremble.

The blue flying sword moved first. The spirit patterns on its blade suddenly erupted with dazzling blue light, and those obscure runes seemed to come alive, darting and flickering over the sword's surface.

As the flying sword sliced through the air, the surrounding moisture rapidly condensed into tiny Ice Crystals, forming a splendid blue trail beneath the sunlight.

Just as the woman in white was about to attack again, she saw a flash of blue light. Instinctively, she tried to evade it, but the aura that froze her soul had already enveloped her, instantly slowing her movements.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword reached her and vanished into her forehead.

The woman in white froze abruptly. Before the surprise in her eyes could fully emerge, her entire body was swiftly covered in a thin layer of ice, as though she had been struck by a binding spell. Like an exquisite ice sculpture, she floated in midair.

At the same time, the black sword carried an aura of destruction as it shot toward Tao Cibei like a bolt of black lightning.

The roar of thunder echoed between heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, the air was ionized, giving off crackling sounds.

Tao Cibei's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly took