This is the best time.
With a flash of determination in his eyes, Yang Yan forcefully mobilized his almost depleted spiritual power again.
Success or failure hinges on this moment.
"Three Thousand Incarnations!"
With a roar, three Yang Yans appeared out of thin air before Ma Yuan.
Each incarnation held the Nascent Void, the World-Ending Demon Spear, and the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber, surrounding the somewhat dazed Ma Yuan.
Before he could react, the incarnation holding the Nascent Void struck first.
A sharp whistle as air moved swiftly, the incarnation holding the Nascent Void soared into the air.
Boom!
Accelerating suddenly from a height of a hundred yards, it smashed down towards Ma Yuan with violent momentum.
Golden light erupted, and Ma Yuan instantly felt his soul quiver.
"How dare you..."
Ma Yuan raised his head and roared angrily.
However, before he could finish speaking, the incarnation holding the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber was already beside him.
