Might of The Clone
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Huu … Huu … Huu …"
Ye Yuan's breathing became heavier and heavier. The face-off with his other self also became more and more ability falling short of one's desire.
These two people already had a great battle in the Death Cultivation Space for three days and nights. Even if Ye Yuan's divine essence consumption was extremely small, he also could not quite sustain anymore at this time.
After all, his opponent was not someone else, but himself!
This opponent was too strong. In these three days, Ye Yuan virtually used all of his means once, but just could not do anything to the other party.
"Haha, why are you getting weaker and weaker? Seeing my other self so weak, it really feels shameful! So … you go to hell!"
The other Ye Yuan had a mocking smile, the strength in his hands becoming greater and greater.