-Goooo!
Before anyone realized, giant Formless Swords had appeared everywhere the golden Heavenly King looked, creating a barrier like a siege to block him from escaping. The magnificent sight was enough to draw gasps of admiration even from the martial artists who were fighting a war against the remaining evil spirit monsters in the distance.
A barrier made of Formless Swords, known as the pinnacle of the sword. It was truly the realm of the god of martial arts. However, the golden Heavenly King, who was actually trapped within the barrier of the Formless Swords, snorted as he looked at it. -Do you think you can trap this king with just this much?
Something like this can be handled just with my divine artifact...
"Use it to your heart's content." -What?
"Because all of it will just be a futile struggle." -Pat!
With those words, Mok Gyeong-un's figure instantly dug right in front of him. Having closed the distance in a flash, Mok Gyeong-un tried to strike his fist into the golden Heavenly King's jaw. However, at that moment, -Seureuk!
The golden Heavenly King's figure scattered, -Seuseuseuseuseuseuseu! And their numbers began to increase. It was not leaving afterimages by moving quickly, but his clones had truly multiplied to nearly a hundred in an instant.