Whoosh!
Chen Mo's body wriggled, then seemed to split apart. One shadow after another peeled away beneath his feet, densely spreading in a ring around him.
These shadows were identical to Chen Mo.
Most crucially, these shadows seemed alive.
Normally, shadows only appeared when there was light.
And they moved along with their original body.
But these shadows had seemingly broken away from Chen Mo, each becoming an independent entity.
As the crescent moon came slashing toward him,
the shadows surged forward.
They caught the crescent moon with their hands.
After the crescent moon cut down eleven shadows, the twelfth shadow finally crushed it.
But although the crescent moon had been crushed,
the eleven shadows it had cut apart did not disappear.
After being sliced apart by the crescent moon, they gathered together again.
Once reformed, the shadows wriggled and split in two, turning from eleven into twenty-two.
Together with the one that had not been cut down earlier,
there were now twenty-three shadows before Fang Yueya.
This was the power of the Myriad Shadow Spirit Body.
As long as the original body did not die, or even a trace of one Spirit Body remained, each time a Spirit Body was destroyed, it would become stronger and gain one more body.
Meanwhile, Chen Mo, as the original body, expended very little spiritual power.
Thus, the longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it became for him.
Fang Yueya's expression grew slightly grave.
Then she held her palms facing each other in the air and gently rubbed them together as though kneading dough.
Buzz! Buzz!
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth churned violently before rushing toward her palms. Five pure crescent moons condensed between them, radiating a sacred yet utterly terrifying aura.
Fang Yueya pointed through the air.
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