Watching Wang Feng be besieged by the three clones until even fighting back had become a luxury, Ye Lin could only stand quietly in place and enjoy the show.
Now, he truly had nothing to do but watch in silence.
This was why he had never used clones against enemies before—they simply could not achieve the effect of tempering himself.
And no matter how one looked at it, clones were still external aid.
This time, Wang Feng had been the first to disregard the rules. Since you refused to play by the rules, then don't blame me for doing the same.
"Get lost! Get the hell away from me!"
Surrounded and cut off at every turn by the three men, Wang Feng roared in fury. Since being unsealed, this was the first time he had lost control.
He had originally been brimming with confidence, only to run into a Madman who cultivated One Breath Becomes Three Purities.
If he couldn't afford to provoke him, couldn't he at least run away?
But who could have expected that among these three clones, one cultivated the Dao of Time, one possessed a terrifyingly powerful Primordial Spirit, and one cultivated the most ferocious path of swordsmanship.
One controlled, one interfered, and one launched the main assault.
At this moment, he could not even flee if he wanted to.
"Time Reversal."
With a point of Wu Wang's finger, Wang Feng's aura in the distance began to regress continuously, weakening from its former peak.
"Damn it! Die for me!"
Just as Wang Feng was about to strike, he felt as though his Primordial Spirit had been hammered heavily. His entire body staggered back again and again, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
Lin Xian merely watched him with a smile, divine light streaming endlessly from