Mo Ke continuously swung the Mourning Stick, smashing the obstructive "fake Mo Ke" into piles of fragments.
No one knows how long it took; Mo Ke himself was unsure of how many times he had swung the Mourning Stick.
Mo Ke felt exhausted and sleepy, his whole body aching as if being sliced a thousand times.
Perhaps it was due to fatigue, or perhaps for some other reason.
Finally.
Finally, Mo Ke seemed to have reached the end of this grand array, with only the last "fake Mo Ke" remaining before him.
"Ah!"
Mo Ke roared in anger, using all his strength to wield the Mourning Stick and smashed it towards the last "fake Mo Ke".
"Crack."
"Crack-crack."
The Mourning Stick smashed onto the last fake Mo Ke's body, shattering it into a heap of fragments.
All around, there were no more of those repeatedly appearing "fake Mo Ke"s.
At this point, Mo Ke was less than ten meters away from the edge of this eerie Mirror Array.
