Zhang Yi's sudden transformation made the Holy Domain envoys surrounding him tighten inwardly.
What had happened to this monster now?
Everyone became cautious.
Very soon, an enormous phantom more than ten times Zhang Yi's size, identical to him in every way, enveloped the space around his body.
The phantom looked so real that it felt like the true form of a Demon Race member.
"Fancy tricks!" Qi Lin snorted coldly. "It's probably just some Demon Race ability. There's nothing to fear. Kill him already!"
Zhang Yi's body made it difficult for anyone to doubt that he was not from the Demon Race.
Now that such a phenomenon had appeared, naturally no one found it strange.
As for taking down Zhang Yi, they felt there was no suspense at all.
In their eyes, no matter how formidable Zhang Yi was, he had still reached only the limit of cultivation.
The twelve of them possessed different Great Dao powers and had all reached the Dao Realm Pinnacle. Taking down Zhang Yi should have been as natural as water flowing downhill.
The twelve charged at Zhang Yi once more.
Facing the twelve who had surrounded him again, Zhang Yi raised a hand and slapped toward one Holy Domain envoy. The phantom beside him instantly raised its hand as well.
"Pfft—"
A Holy Domain envoy was flattened into a meat patty by the phantom's enormous palm and sank into a deep crater.
Immediately afterward, Zhang Yi clenched his other hand into a fist and smashed it toward the Holy Domain envoy, Iron Man.
The phantom moved accordingly, its fist blasting into Iron Man's chest.
"Boom—"
A massive hole was instantly punched through Iron Man's chest. The remnants of his body vanished in the blink of an eye.
The Great Dao powers of the remaining