C1198 One Against Four
"Whoosh!"
Flame Young Master transformed into a flame and shot up to the sky, then immediately divided into nine.
"Su Jue, no matter how fast you are, you are not a match for my nine clones."
The nine clones were his trump cards.
"Clone!"
Zhou Yang was a little disdainful. This was something he had been playing with for a long time now
