Sun Xiaowu's clones were simultaneously real and illusory.

"[Golden Divide]!" The thousand clones all used [Golden Divide] simultaneously, coloring the sky in gold and raining down golden feathers in such numbers that the greenskins fell to the ground like wheat being reaped.

The guards observing the battle from the wall gaped.

The greenskin vanguard leading the charge knocked down as many feathers as he could with his flail. He slapped his mount and leapt toward the walls, raising his flail high overhead. "Your life is forfeit!"

"[Adamantine Aegis]!" A layer of golden runes covered Sun Xiaowu's skin, shining brightly like a brand.

The flail smashed...