No sooner had the echo of his voice faded than every one of Sun Wukong's clones appeared behind the celestial troops in a heartbeat.
With a swift motion of his hand and a flash of a blade, hitting right in the vulnerable spots, in an instant, only a few hundred of the twenty thousand celestial troops remained.
How could this be possible!
Both Nezha and Li Jing were dumbstruck, and it wasn't just them—even the immortals of the Heavenly Court were taken aback.
Isn't the Art of Cloning supposed to start splitting from the original body? How could these clones of the monkey instantly appear behind the celestial troops?
Watching the bodies of the celestial troops turn into points of white light and ascend back to heaven, Sun Wukong nodded slightly. Not bad, he hadn't expected that the first time he would use such a large number of clones, it would be successful.