Facing the attacks of more than ten miniature hurricanes, Su Mo's thoughts raced as he prepared to temporarily give up on dealing with Wu Tianyu.
Although he still had trump cards, such as the power of the Great Sun Martial Soul and the Great Sun Divine Body, they were simply not enough to defeat his opponent.
This man's strength far exceeded Su Mo's expectations. There was no need for him to waste all his time on him.
Although the other party had captured Hong Qingxuan, Su Mo's foremost goal now was still to capture the Witch Tribe trial-takers. This concerned the lives and deaths of himself and countless people from the Azure Divine Palace. Su Mo knew perfectly well which mattered more.
Only after capturing Wu Xian and several Witch Tribe geniuses could he deal with Wu Tianyu without worry.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The next moment, three tricolored figures abruptly appeared beside Su Mo. They were three Demonic Shadow Clones.
Su Mo had not used the Demonic Shadow Clones for a long time, but he had long since cultivated this secret art to perfection. Each Demonic Shadow Clone possessed ninety percent of his cultivation strength.
Each of the three Demonic Shadow Clones condensed a several-zhang-long mystic power sword in their hands, then attacked in unison, doing their utmost to block the attacks of the dozen or so miniature hurricanes.
Meanwhile, Su Mo pushed the imperial-grade movement technique, Shadowless Demonic Sect, to its limits. Like a phantom, he charged at Wu Xian, more than ten thousand li away.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amid a series of earthshaking explosions, the three Demonic Shadow Clones were no match for those hurricanes. After a single exchange, one of the Demonic Shadow Clones exploded outright.
The other two Demonic Shadow Clones were sent flying, blasted beyond