The Ancestral Patterns surfaced on their foreheads, and they pushed their bloodline power to the maximum. A faint red mist permeated the air around their bodies. The sign of burning blood essence.
They had already witnessed Ethan's strength.
This guy was strong enough to fight a Perfect Supreme without losing ground. By relying on that black long spear, he could even unleash terrifying power capable of slaying Perfect Supreme experts.
Therefore, Wilford and the others didn't dare to be the slightest bit careless. They went full firepower right from the start, preparing to deal Ethan a fatal blow.
"No. Your opponents aren't me. They are us!"
The corners of Ethan's mouth curled up, revealing an icy smile.
With a thought, a clear breath surged out from his mouth and nose, instantly condensing into three clones. Identical to him in every way, without any difference whatsoever.
