As the Domain Barrier shattered with a thunderous crash, the blade light from Luo Ping's Demon Scythe swept past like a raging gale, carrying an incomparably fierce aura. It stirred the wind and clouds, threatening to cleave him in two.
Spiral Nine Shadows!
Chen Yu silently invoked the technique. Although he had only reached the Five-Shadow Realm, far short of Chen Menglin's glorious nine shadows and even Chen Cong's and Chen Xiaojun's seven shadows, these five shadows were enough for him to dance along the edge of life and death.
His figure transformed in an instant. Five silhouettes of Chen Yu moved like specters, deftly evading the Demon Scythe's blade light at the last possible moment-a strike powerful enough to raze cities and strongholds.
Chen Yu steadied himself, his eyes blazing as he once again locked onto the imposing young nobleman, Luo Ping.
Luo Ping snorted. "You do have a few tricks."
He narrowed his eyes, surveying the five seemingly identical figures of Chen Yu blocking his path, his fighting spirit surging.
"Secret technique: Netherworld Eye!"
Ghostly blue flames abruptly ignited in Luo Ping's eyes.
As he scrutinized the five figures, something struck him as strange. He looked into the distance and caught a faint silhouette flickering amid the shifting light and shadows.
"They're not phantoms-they're clones! His real body has already escaped. All five of these are clones!"
Realization struck Luo Ping. He had assumed that one of them was the real body.
He shouted to Yan Wufeng and Youguang Zhou, "Finish this quickly! Guang Zhou, go hold off his real body. Brother Wufeng and I will follow right behind!"
With that, Luo Ping sprang into motion. The Dark Fiend Demon Scythe whirled in his hands as he became a streak of black lightning, charging straight at one of