Numerous dark purple palm prints covered the sky. It was astonishing.
The Blood God Clone raised his head grimly.
This dark apparition must be a high-tier devil emperor. He was extremely powerful.
He immediately felt extreme pressure.
Even he couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.
The footwork Battle Technique the dark apparition grasped was probably no weaker than his Blood Ghost Footwork.
He scanned the sky quickly, trying to find Ming Wu's true form.
At this moment, his ears moved and a voice was heard.
"Main body!"
The Blood God Clone was elated. A strange glint appeared in his eyes. However, he didn't look in the direction the Blood God Clone was pointing at. He continued scanning the sky as if he didn't notice anything.
"Xue Jue, how's my footwork?" Ming Wu's proud voice came from all directions.
"Hmph, that's all." The Blood God Clone pretended to be angry and snorted.
"Hmph! Let's see if your footwork is better or mine." Ming Wu scoffed.
