The Man's Decree

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

his hand

longswords, the ghost- masked robed

latter’s shadow clones

weren’t Berthold’s shadow clones; rather, they were demonic

crushed must have

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

of people capable of setting up a Teleportation Array that

Flame Sect didn’t have such an array, so even if the Ghost Mask Sect did have one, it was still impossible for them to transport this

were some sort of demonic souls, and Berthold must have

It

shadow clones. while simultaneously dispersing his

entire consciousness

is he doing, recalling his shadow clones and dispersing

he’s using his spiritual sense to examine these ghost-masked robed figures |

the thought of

figures to swarm toward Jared. Now that the latter had released his spiritual sense and unleashed his consciousness

even if Jared didn’t die, he would be reduced to a mindless shell. Dealing with him would be much easier