“What?!”

The eight Ji Wumings had just materialized before everyone’s eyes. However, before anyone could comprehend what was happening, one of his heads was already decapitated, leaving everyone stunned.

As one body and one head fell from the sky, space twisted and Dong Mingyu’s small figure slowly appeared.

At the same time, Ji Wuming’s lifeless body underwent a transformation. It swiftly became stiff, resembling a desiccated corpse. All signs of vitality had vanished, leaving behind a stark and lifeless figure

“The Eight Fate Soul Lasting Art is the most basic assassination art. But if you yourself are not strong enough, will ten thousand of you be worth anything? To waste so much energy on clones in pursuit of only staying alive, you have deviated from the path...