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.

draw energy from your real body, Jared, but mine

sinister laugh, Berthold waved his hand grandly and

the ghost- masked robed figures

latter’s shadow clones began fighting Berthold’s

Jared realized that these weren’t Berthold’s shadow clones; rather, they were

must have been what summoned

the Ghost Mask Sect, it

were already a rare breed. The number of people capable of setting

so even if the Ghost Mask Sect did have one, it was still impossible for them to transport this many people

sort of demonic souls,

souls back then. It seems like the

all this, Jared retracted his shadow clones. while simultaneously dispersing his spiritual sense

consciousness

what he was up to. What is he doing, recalling

sense

of that, Berthold

and unleashed his consciousness field, this meant the demonic souls could invade his body and directly take over his

if Jared didn’t die, he would be reduced to a mindless