The figure of Twelve suddenly appeared in the distant place.
Surrounded by waves of elemental brilliance, Clone Twelve smiled and said, "Not bad, your body truly rivals the top divine artifacts of the world. My whip, the last time I encountered such a situation, was thousands of years ago."
"I can imagine how much effort you've put in for your body to grow to this point."
"It's a pity, the attack of a whip is never direct confrontation, but rather binding!"
...
Zhao Yi shook his head. After testing, his body's strength no longer held any interest in such probing.
However, what intrigued him was the unique method of the person before him.
Merely using the elemental power to condense a clone to deceive him was astonishing enough.
In the Three Thousand Worlds, those who could achieve this were extremely rare.
Of course.
Zhao Yi could tell that the whip in his hand hadn't unleashed its full power.
