Five Axe King Xia Yuans, wicked grins on their lips, surrounded Fenrir and Wang Mang from five directions!
Even the Brute Faction's leader could no longer keep it together at this sight.
Come on, man!
The Contract Spirit Masters and Contract Spirits had worked together with great difficulty just to barely trade blows with one Axe King.
And now there were five?
Wang Mang's mouth twitched slightly, and the hands gripping his dual blades trembled. "That really is an unfair ability. He's already powerful enough himself, yet he can split into five clones."
Fenrir stood back-to-back with him, warily watching the other side. It snorted coldly. "So what if there are five? Most of them are probably just a bluff. The other four clones definitely don't have the original's strength!"
Xia Yuan held his head high, looking down at them with amusement.
"A question."
"Can the other four clones activate Gate of Babylon?"
The moment they heard that—
Fenrir and Wang Mang's expressions darkened.
They knew Xia Yuan's personality well enough. If he dared to say something like that, it meant it was true.
Under the utterly shocked gazes of the man and wolf, golden vortices lit up behind all five Gilgameshes surrounding them, rows of Noble Phantasm weapons appearing within!
Fenrir could not stop itself from swearing again at the sight.
"Fuck, can this get any more ridiculous? The clones can use skills too?!"
Wang Mang had originally been fairly confident, but after looking at his own hands and then at the golden vortices in all five directions, even a brute like him felt a trace of despair.
At the same time—
The leaders of the Axe Gang and Dagger Alliance, watching from the sidelines, were also stunned by the scene.
Judging from the combat power he had displayed