The fierce wind raged within the Eight Trigrams Array. Clone Fifteen suddenly realized his own power was gradually being drawn away by the opponent, and he finally understood that this young man before him was not just powerless rage.
"The Aspect of the Swamp!"
The southwestern Eight Trigrams combination suddenly flickered with a black light, emitting eerie cries.
Zhao Yi, in the center of the tornado, also noticed this and directly flashed to the southwest to launch an attack!
"Hah!"
A pillar of fire shot directly at the opponent, yet it was like a clay ox entering the sea, utterly ineffective.
"Woooo."
The black light was filled with cries, cries full of resentment and regret, soul-stirring, and one could hardly resist the urge to cry along.
"Master, the ability Clone Fifteen is using seems to materialize the Eight Trigrams, using these abilities to attack us. We'd better be cautious! This old rascal isn't that simple!"
