"Impossible! This is impossible!"
Huangfu Yu looked crestfallen. He stared at the scene before him and stumbled back, almost breaking out of his berserk state.
Huangfu Jun was in no better state, his grip on his longsword faltering.
The experts hiding in the shadows could no longer contain themselves and emerged one after another, their eyes wide as saucers, the shock written all over their faces.
The jaws of the survivors from the Imperial Academy hit the floor. The entire area fell deathly silent.
Zhang Shao looked as if he'd been struck by lightning, while Mu Xue was utterly stupefied.
What could have possibly caused them to lose their composure like this?
Before everyone's eyes, the External Incarnation liquefied, flowing and surging as it coiled around Mo Qi.
It then solidified into a suit of form-fitting Battle Armor, encasing him completely.
The aura that had belonged to Qin Daye vanished, replaced by a fundamental aura identical to Mo Qi's own.
A clone?!
