The red-dressed woman was swiftly going through an unknown number of simulacrum forms to attack Tianming. She had never expected that he would incorporate his totems into his sword.0

Her eighty-one snakeheads condensed and formed a blood-red tornado with herself at the core. With that display of strength, Tianming estimated her to be a twelfth-astral orderan, just a step from the Cosmic Cartography stage. She was indeed not on Lin Lingxiao's level, but he didn’t have his Omnisentient Threads right now. He didn't dare to be negligent and summoned all his lifebound beasts and Ying Huo also made a quiet return.0

"The other side's totems should be tertiary simulacra!" The fusion...0