As Meilin spoke, he lightly tapped the ground again with his magic staff. A gentle breeze blew from his magic staff, instantly dispersing the smoke rising from the debris in front of him. As the smoke dissipated, sixteen mechanical bodies identical to Pei Yan appeared on the stage.
"Sixteen people with identical source energy fluctuations, not a single difference in their auras either! Is this the effect of the combination of source energy and a Divine Artifact?" Gerald held his great sword horizontally, looking at the enemies on the stage. Even with his abilities and experience, he couldn't distinguish which of these sixteen were real or fake.
"Be careful! They're coming!" Bedivere saw their bodies starting to move and hurriedly shielded the mage and witch behind him, shouting loudly in warning.
