1219 The Ancestor of the Emperor Line

"Whenever Ji Yuan uses the Wizard Divine Body, it will be his true self."

"He can't have more than three false selves."

While the humans were complaining ceaselessly, the Ancient Race was giving them lots of information. But, unfortunately, none of this information could help them tell whether the Ji Yuan on the spot was a false self or a true self. That being said, they were sure about one thing—Ji Yuan's fighting power had improved greatly again. The iron armor he was wearing also looked different. The armor only covered his important parts. Compared to the other false selves, the current Ji Yuan looked sharper. He came onto the battlefield, but did not exert Three Heads and Six Arms this time.

"You'll feel more and more desperate as the end gets closer and closer," he taunted Jiang Chen. His eyes were rolling madly. His weapons were two sharp, long swords, which were manipulating the power of wind and fire respectively. It was a familiar feeling.