"This move again. Let's see how long you can run. Suppress him!"
Movalon snorted. His gaze was cold as he wielded his hammers and hurled them at the Blood God Clone.
Boom!
The space trembled and the Blood God Clone disappeared from the mace shadow.
"It's fake!"
Movalon immediately turned and looked in Sarit and Hazley's direction.
Sarit swept his battle sword out, wanting to block the three Blood God Clones simultaneously.
"Hmph~"
A soft laughter was heard. The three clones of the Blood God Clone flickered slightly and turned into rays of light. They flew in different directions.
If he wanted to attack all three apparitions at once, he wouldn't be able to hit any of them.
Sarit's sword glow missed.
His expression was ugly, especially when he heard the contemptuous laughter. He felt that he was being provoked.
Roar!
On the other side, the giant black face formed by Hazley roared in anger. Then, it opened its mouth and swallowed the Blood God Clone.
