Countless bolts of lightning danced across the ground and sky, completely covering the area shrouded in black mist.
"What is this?"
The man's puzzled voice came from within the black mist. "What trick are you trying to pull now?"
As he watched the lightning above and below him, an ominous feeling rose in the burly man's heart.
Soul rings appeared around him once more, and his first and second rings lit up in succession.
"First Soul Skill, Puppet Bomb!"
A gray humanoid puppet emerged from his body and rapidly chased after Ling Yu.
"Second Soul Skill, Puppet Strangulation!"
The dozen or so clones that had appeared earlier in the black mist all shuddered. Then, each puppet's five fingers became sharp and elongated, like ten tiny daggers.
The gray Puppet Bomb doll and the dozen or so other clones charged toward Ling Yu together, and a triumphant smile appeared on the burly man's face.
No matter what you're planning, as long as you can't break my fifth soul skill, you're nothing but food on my plate.
Ling Yu seemed completely unaware of the approaching clones. He stood quietly where he was, pressing the index and middle fingers of both hands together in a cross shape.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Eight clones identical to Ling Yu rushed toward different positions at high speed, following the directions he sensed in his mind.
The man was shocked by the clones that had suddenly appeared around his opponent. Could this be some kind of soul skill? But why hadn't he seen the other man's soul rings flash?
Moreover, those clones had not collided with his own clones at all. It was as though they were deliberately avoiding them.
Through the information transmitted by the lightning, Ling Yu sensed that all eight clones had taken their positions.