Berthold glanced around in astonishment at Jared's multiple shadow clones that were engaging him in battle. He hadn't expected a Fourth Level Tribulator to have had such a trick up his sleeve!
"Hmph! Don't think you're the only one capable of shadow cloning!"
With a cold huff, Berthold's dark aura vanished in an instant as the ghost mask he wore began to emanate a luminous glow. Then, he pulled out a pitch-black token from his chest and crushed it into pieces.
Immediately, the void distorted, and a series of illusory shadows began to emerge. Each figure was cloaked in a long black robe, their faces adorned with ghost masks.
These illusory shadows gradually solidified before arriving next to Berthold.
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