Jiang Shu's gaze was cold as the Desolate Star Halberd finally moved.
It was no longer pure force. The profundity of space had fused into it.
With a slight turn of his wrist and a tremble of the halberd shaft, his entire body instantly split into dozens of figures, impossible to distinguish as real or false!
Every figure was lifelike, radiating his unique aura and Spatial Ripples.
The dozens of figures swung, thrust, hooked, and smashed. Their attacks seemed to strike in every direction, yet they connected and echoed through space, forming a spatial dead zone that covered the entire encirclement!
Blood, severed limbs, and broken arms flew through the air, only to be ground into Blood Mist by the violent force field.
In the time it took to exchange a single blow, at least five or six Ninth Realm or early Tenth Realm images charging at the front were torn apart by the spatial cutting force.
The heavily armored image attempting to charge was struck in several joint weak points by halberd shadows at once. Its massive body crashed down and shattered apart.
Jiang Shu was like the eye of a storm. Wherever he passed, a bloody tempest rose in his wake.
Every swing of the Desolate Star Halberd precisely robbed another life. He was not merely killing enemies; he was more like a merciless cleaner purging this foul land.
Roar!
Muffled, indistinct roars came from their mouths. Listening closely, they sounded almost like speech.
If the world will of this Secret Realm world truly developed complete intelligence, then these images should be capable of communication and become an entirely new race.
Deep within a fissure where crimson mist churned.
Zhan Feng leaned behind a cold crystal covered in sticky, dark-red bloodstains, gasping violently.
Though his left arm had