Standing before the light curtain, Ye Wushuang surveyed the scene before him, his brows furrowing deeper. His eyes were fixed on the dark figures. 'How can this be? Are these... me?'
There were ten dark figures in total, all of whom had stepped out from the light curtain. Though somewhat blurry, their faces were identical—as if carved from the same mold.
The only difference was that they were shrouded in darkness, and their auras carried a hint of baleful energy.
'These are images of me, imprinted on the curtain. The images can actually emerge from the light, creating copies of me... my own Heart Demons. And I'm supposed to fight them? What a bizarre technique. It seems the Barbarian God Battle Path is anything but simple.'
Ye Wushuang murmured to himself, his eyes glinting.
