Chen Yan was somewhat surprised.
Although the clones created by Erhai Thousand Shadow Kill were time-limited, they were just as powerful as the original while the technique was in use.
Since entering the Dao, Chen Yan had encountered only a handful of experts who knew Erhai Thousand Shadow Kill.
Xia Weimin, Lord Chen, and Chen Yan himself.
But even Chen Yan could only summon seven clones at once.
The reason Erhai Thousand Shadow Kill was only the Third Divine Skill was that few people could truly unleash it to its full potential.
Yet Wuchen Jun could summon over a hundred clones. That was clearly beyond belief.
A hum rang out!
A crisp sword chime resounded as a streak of silver light slashed toward Chen Yan.
Chen Yan twisted aside, and a sword wound appeared on his chest. But as he drove out a kick, Wuchen Jun's clone was blown apart.
In the next instant,
a hundred Sword Shadows swept in from every direction. A trace of chaotic darkness welled in Chen Yan's eyes.
Malice erupted in a flood, spreading without end until it formed a world of Malice tens of thousands of miles across.
Wuchen Jun stood within the Black Mist of Malice, his brows furrowing.
His senses were suppressed by the Malice in an instant, but he could just make out the terrifying figure coiled within it.
Chen Yan reached out and grabbed at the void.
In the next moment,
the black liquid of Malice contracted again and again, transforming into hundreds of twisted spears, each spearpoint aimed at one of the figures in white.
Chen Yan flicked his fingers.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Black light crisscrossed as a series of shattering booms rang out.
A white figure flashed. Wuchen Jun suddenly lunged in, bringing down a sweeping sword strike.