Bright flashes of light flickered through the air. Of the four clones, two had already grown considerably stronger.
Ye Jingcheng's gaze remained icy, though a trace of anger now colored it.
He had already swallowed several spirit pills and even taken a drop of Thousand-Year Spirit Milk, recovering most of his true essence.
With the Shark Demon Emperor Yuan and the Corpse Emperor present, Ye Jingcheng had also noticed that, because of the mirrors, his opponent seemed trapped within the void and had no other means—or rather, his means were those densely packed mirrors in the void.
The feeling it gave him was like a formation, even somewhat similar to Ye Xuefan's Chessboard Formation.
Except Ye Xuefan laid down a chessboard and moved chess pieces, while Thousand Mirrors True Monarch laid down mirrors and moved mirror clones.
And those clones were growing stronger and stronger.
Ye Jingcheng also saw Thousand Mirrors True Monarch continuously swallowing spirit pills, as if his true essence were likewise running low. Yet Ye Jingcheng knew full well that Thousand Mirrors True Monarch was putting on an act.
Ye Jingcheng often pretended that his true essence was depleted as well, but someone whose true essence was genuinely exhausted would never be so composed.
After all, Thousand Mirrors True Monarch could wait for Penglai's Nascent Soul cultivators to arrive, but without a Teleportation Array, how could they get here so quickly? Ye Jingcheng could likewise wait for the Earth Dragon Demon Emperor and the other three Nascent Soul cultivators.
The combat strength of those three Nascent Soul cultivators was right beside him.
Ye Jingcheng simply did not expose him. The other party was seeking an opening against him, and was he not likewise seeking an opening against Thousand Mirrors True Monarch?
There was no formation on Lion