Lin Ke also looked into the mirror with a grave expression, only to see two phantoms of himself appear again.
They were likewise bare-handed and charged straight at him without a word.
Because the phantoms had grown somewhat stronger, Mo Tianji could now clearly see Lin Ke's situation.
He could not help mocking him. "Hahaha! Didn't expect that, did you, Fellow Daoist Lin?"
"Kill one, spawn two. This fight of yours will never end."
In his delight, Mo Tianji actually blasted the phantom before him to death.
Who could have expected that, a second later, two shadows of Mo Tianji would surge out of the mirror?
"Fuck!"
Lin Ke had no attention to spare for Mo Tianji's movements.
He focused entirely on the attacks before him.
He tried talking to the two phantoms, only to discover that they ignored him completely.
It seemed this test was not about subduing obsessions.
Perhaps it had something to do with the fighting.
At this thought, Lin Ke punched again. The instant his opponent tried to block, he opened his fist into a palm and shoved the phantom before him outward.
The two phantoms collided head-on. The sound of skulls shattering rang out, and both phantoms vanished like smoke in an instant.
Before Lin Ke could catch his breath, four phantoms slowly emerged from the mirror one after another and walked toward him.
Seeing this, Lin Ke tried to take his Windglow Spirit Dragon Saber out of his Storage Bag.
Yet there was not a trace of spiritual qi in this space, leaving him unable even to open his Storage Bag.
It came back to the same point: within the second-floor space of the Cold Moon Pavilion, mental power was the only kind of power.
At this thought, Lin Ke drew on his mental