All five of his clones were easily killed without any resistance. He was only able to avoid the same fate by pretending to be a tree.
His acting was so good that he managed to deceive the white hammer. The white hammer moved past him and searched the area for any living thing.
He didn't dare to breathe when the hammer came close to him. He held his breath as if his life depended on it, which in this case, it did. And when the hammer moved away from him, he also didn't dare to exhale or sigh in relief.
The two rank 5 cultivators remained in a stalemate like this for a while. The silent atmosphere worked together with the absence of light to create an atmosphere of chilling death where one misstep could lead to damnation.
The deceiver thought about converting the cloud of darkness into blades of darkness that he could use to slowly chisel her body into bits. But anytime he tried to activate any Metac, the phantom hammer would swivel towards and come looking for him.
