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Duyue's doppelganger glared at the Purple Thorn Mountain Lord through gritted teeth.
The other Heavenly Immortals looked at him with lingering fear.
If Tang Changsheng had not warned them that something seemed wrong with the Purple Thorn Mountain Lord and told them to be careful, they would probably have drunk his poisoned wine already.
Losing a few doppelgangers would not normally matter, but at this critical turning point for the world, it could affect the entire situation.
The Purple Thorn Mountain Lord got to his feet after being sent flying. He wore a savage grin and showed no fear despite being surrounded.
The Ghost Soldiers covering the mountainside had joined forces with the Lord of Ultimate's troops. Their earlier fighting had all been an act. Now they charged up the mountain together.
Tang Changsheng and his companions were the ones surrounded by countless Ghost Soldiers on Purple Thorn Mountain.
"Heh. Wouldn't it have been better to drink the poisoned wine like good little guests? Why make us go to all this trouble?"
The Purple Thorn Mountain Lord laughed wildly. "If your true bodies were here with the power of your Cave-Heavens, I might fear you somewhat. But now? What can a handful of doppelgangers do to me?"
His figure faded and vanished, leaving only his voice behind: "Attack! Kill them..."
Countless Ghost Soldiers closed in on Tang Changsheng and the others, charging at them without any fear of death.
To Heavenly Immortals, Ghost Soldiers like these were no more than ants.
But there were so many ants that they looked like a black carpet crawling across the ground and swarming toward