Over a dozen of Guo Jiuxiao's clones charged forward together, their coordinated attacks erupting in an instant.
Li Tianming's enormous body towered over the center of the battlefield, calmly facing everything thrown at him.
In front of him, three clones formed a triangle and raised their hands simultaneously. Three searing white heat rays converged on a single point, spiraling around one another as they shot toward Li Tianming's chest.
On his left, a clone pressed his palms together. A highly compressed, dark purple sphere rapidly took shape and was thrust forward with a hum, carving a deep furrow into the ground along its path.
On his right, four clones simultaneously unleashed control skills. The ground instantly became a sticky mire of shadows, and countless pitch-black energy arms burst out to seize Li Tianming's legs. Dozens of crystalline webs also flew toward him, trying to pin him in place.
At the very back, a clone shimmered with silver light and split into overlapping afterimages, simultaneously attacking Li Tianming's mind in an attempt to disrupt his concentration as he cast his abilities.
Meanwhile, several airborne clones streaked around at high speed, continually hurling various attack skills to cut off every possible angle of evasion.
The lethal barrage closed in from every direction, trapping Li Tianming within it.
But Li Tianming reacted with unimaginable speed.
The metallic sheen on his chest instantly became dazzling. The rays struck it with a thunderous clash, yet failed to harm him in the slightest; the dark purple sphere exploded along with the wall of magma he punched out; his feet, glowing cyan, stomped the restraints beneath him to pieces.
At the same time, his light swords whirled around his massive body at high speed as though they possessed minds of their own, forming an impenetrable storm of