Chapter 33: The Mystery of the Shadow Clone

"Five people gathered together? Very good." Sean sneered, and then the purple-blood soft sword appeared from the Zhongyuan material plane. He has not used this sword since he became a god.

Because there is no need to do so. As long as it is a lower-level god, basically no one can defeat him with just one move.

The five members of the Dark Church and several other god-level masters who had joined them were immediately filled with rage when they saw Sean rushing directly towards them. He looked down on them too much.

"His physical attack is strong, everyone use spiritual attack." One of them gave the order. They were shocked by the strength of Sean's physical attack just now.

Several soul attacks came upon him.

Sean sensed the incoming soul attack with his spiritual sense, but he didn't panic at all. His figure exploded and eight dark clones appeared. Without a pause, they rushed forward again.

However, the speed was much slower than before. After all, it was just a clone, and its speed could not reach the level of the original body. The only original body also deliberately slowed down its speed and flew towards the five people.

The Dark Mystery is best at concealing its aura, and its main reliance is on the mystery of the shadow clone.

The 5 soul attacks directly hit one of the original clones, but it went right through. It was obviously a fake, not the real one.

"What should we do?" The five lower gods were dumbfounded. They had no way of telling which of Sean's eight clones was the real one.

"The third one on the right." Patrick's voice suddenly appeared in their minds.

Although he was trapped in the battle formation of the Holy See of Light in the distance, his spiritual sense could still be emitted. The spiritual sense of the middle god level could easily find where Sean's real body was.

"Another soul attack." One of them said quickly, and immediately launched a soul attack, and the others followed suit.

But, it failed again.

"He has changed his body." Patrick, who was far away, stood in the air and said with an unpleasant expression. How can you attack with your soul if you don't know where your body is?

Although he knew it, he couldn't help his men to lock it.

"It's a physical attack. I don't believe he can deal with five people alone." Patrick gave the order again.

At this moment, he was still consuming the light magic circle. This thing posed no threat to him, but it was very power-consuming for the six lower-level gods of light. Once they could not hold on any longer and came out, the battle situation would change immediately.

The premise is that his men are still alive.

"Material attack." The five people joined forces and launched the strongest material attack on Sean. At the same time, several different attack artifacts attacked Sean together.

Sean dodged five attacks with ease, then he easily slapped a sword-shaped lower-level artifact that exuded the law of thunder with his left hand, and his right hand directly drew a curve, locking onto two lower-level gods along the way.

These two people also held divine weapons, intending to block Sean's purple sword.

The attack speed at close range is far greater than the flying speed.

If they had scattered when Sean flew over just now, Sean would not have been able to attack two people at once.

"Puchi." The Purple Blood Sword cut through everything on the curve like cutting tofu, whether it was an attacking artifact, a defensive artifact, or a head.

All shattered.

(End of this chapter)