A Man Like None Other

Berthold glanced around in astonishment at Jared’s multiple shadow clones that were engaging him in battle.

He hadn’t expected a Fourth Level Tribulator to have had such a trick up his sleeve!

“Hmph! Don’t think you’re the only one capable of shadow cloning.”

With a cold huff, Berthold’s dark aura vanished in an instant as the ghost mask he wore began to emanate a luminous glow.

Then, he pulled out a pitch-black token from his chest and crushed it into pieces.

Immediately, the void distorted, and a series of illusory shadows began to emerge. Each figure was cloaked in a long black robe, their faces adorned with ghost masks.

These illusory shadows gradually solidified before arriving next to Berthold. Seeing this, Jared halted the conversation as the Dragonslayer Sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Invisible waves of sword energy began to gather in the sky, with the Dragonslayer Sword radiating a blinding light.

This radiance grew increasingly intense, causing the surrounding void to tremor.

Jared, but mine don’t consume even a shred of my

laugh, Berthold waved his hand grandly

ghost- masked

clones began fighting Berthold’s

that these weren’t Berthold’s shadow clones;

just crushed must have

of the Ghost Mask Sect, it would have been impossible for them

breed. The number of people capable of setting up a Teleportation Array that

an array, so even if the Ghost Mask Sect did have one, it was still impossible for them

explanation was that these ghost-masked robed figures were some sort of demonic souls, and

a number of demonic souls back then. It

shadow clones. while simultaneously

consciousness field was fully

is he doing, recalling his

his spiritual sense

thought of that, Berthold

had released his spiritual sense and unleashed his consciousness field, this meant the demonic souls could invade his body and

die, he would be reduced to a mindless shell. Dealing with him would be much