C262 Witchcraft bloodline

In the void, two identical Flame Feathers faced off against each other. Their auras were as boundless as the vast oceans. The saint artifact in his hand was even more so, releasing an incomparable pressure. The real Yan Yu was staring at Mo Yue right now, his eyes filled with shock.

Unknowingly, Mo Yue had used a secret technique to mimic himself