Chu Mo looked at the thirty-three raven-blue figures, his brow furrowing slightly. "Avatars?" No sooner had he spoken than he shook his head. "No, these are versions of you from other timelines!"
A flicker of surprise passed through Su Mu's eyes.
"I never expected you to possess such impressive mastery of the Time Dao as well, fellow Daoist." Wonder shone in her lovely eyes as she praised him sincerely. "You truly are the most troublesome person I have ever encountered."
With that, Su Mu suddenly struck.
Each version of her raised a red paper umbrella and held a flowing-silver shuttle. Thirty-three figures converged from every direction, turning one woman's assault into a mob attack.
Red umbrellas spun, and silver shuttles pierced the air. Countless silver streaks poured down like a sudden rainstorm, hurtling toward Chu Mo with the mighty power to rend the void. Wherever they passed, the void exploded in chaotic radiance.
Any other Sixth Realm cultivator faced with such a sight would have turned and fled, no matter how powerful they were or how profound their cultivation. There was no meeting it head-on.
But...
"Competing in numbers? This Venerable has never feared that."
Chu Mo scoffed. Before coming to Zhaohua, he might have been wary of this technique, but after the two great battles in Zhaohua and Supreme Heaven, people were the last thing he lacked.
With a mere thought, indistinct figures began stepping out of his body. Dragonkind, Realm Lords, Qi Refiners... vast auras poured unrestrained from every one of them.
In an instant, countless other-self aspects appeared beside Chu Mo. Unlike the thirty-three Su Mus, they were not all at the Sixth Realm, but they had an overwhelming advantage in numbers and a wide variety of methods. The moment they appeared, they all struck together.
Dragon