The demon clone's eyes filled with confusion. Even if the original body truly had some backup move, it should not have come to this.
As long as he could not be killed in a single strike, with his current recovery ability and absurd defense, the demon clone was confident he could hold on until he slowly recovered.
The demon clone looked up at the original body. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed slightly.
His origin was draining away, and the rate of loss was accelerating.
It was like a breached dam being smashed apart by a towering flood, the entire embankment beginning to crumble.
"What did you do!"
The demon clone stared at the original body in disbelief. How had this been done?
For origin to flow to the other side, it could only happen if one lost the duel. Otherwise, it was absolutely impossible.
"Didn't you ask why I cultivated this technique? This is the reason." Chen Fei spoke sincerely.
Two sides of the same entity; in a certain sense, the one opposite him was also Chen Fei.
Since the demon clone had doubts, Chen Fei was willing to answer a little. Of course, telling him everything was impossible, because five more demon clones were still waiting for Chen Fei to devour them.
"It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be!"
The demon clone gripped the Wind Demon Sword tightly and muttered in a low voice. Then, a trace of red gradually surfaced in his eyes as he abruptly fixed his gaze on the original body.
"I won't lose. The one who should lose is you!"
With an enraged roar, the demon clone flickered and appeared before Chen Fei. The Wind Demon Sword in his hand stabbed wildly toward Chen Fei.
Countless spatial sword