"Boom!"
The battle erupted. The two nearly identical Lin Fans collided again and again, their blood energy surging like a flood and sparks flying everywhere.
Yet the moment they exchanged blows, Lin Fan sensed something was wrong. Facing his opponent was like facing a mirror.
Most terrifying of all, his other self seemed real, made of flesh and blood, and was evenly matched with him.
Moreover, his strength had suddenly been restricted to the Blood Moving Realm, leaving him unable to adjust immediately. Many of the powerful precious arts he normally used were now beyond his reach.
In the Blood Moving Realm, every exchange required him to consider the limits of what his body could bear, and his use of bone text had to be exquisitely precise.
Using overly powerful, intricate bone text would instead place an enormous burden on him and drain his strength. This was a true test of a cultivator.
"That's right. I've mastered too many supreme secret techniques, like the methods of the Ten Fiends, and neglected the most fundamental things instead," Lin Fan murmured.
But he was no ordinary person and soon adapted. Golden blood energy shot into the heavens, blazing brilliantly, as though he had brought a Divine Furnace here.
Divine radiance spread, taking shape outside his body like divine feathers, one after another. They formed runes and coalesced, their aura growing ever stronger.
At this moment, Lin Fan's flesh was crystalline and translucent. His vital blood coursed like a mighty river, and he had clearly unleashed the power of the extreme realm of blood shifting.
"Kill!"
Lin Fan roared and took the initiative, swinging his fists. There were no elaborate moves; he sought to shatter ten thousand arts with sheer strength.
That was precisely how it should be in the most fundamental Blood