八戒八戒看免费

"It\'s me... It\'s you... So why not take a nap and return to rest here and leave everything to me? To you?"

The voice changed from being domineering and threatening to become exactly like his voice.

However Arthur sensed a sinister tone in that voice. It was his, it was his face, it was his human body.

But he was now sure this shadow was nothing like him at all... It wasn\'t him as he was the one trapped here and trying to get out.

"Don\'t listen to the words of a mind witch," he kept telling himself, "only killing it will make things end. Only by slashing it with my sword will this trial end," he repeated this while the shadow kept laughing.

"Just give up already," the shadow said in Arthur\'s voice, "we are the same... see? I can also turn into a dragon. See? I can also summon that sword like you."

Under Arthur\'s watchful gaze that shadow turned into a big blue scaled dragon while holding two swords in hand. One was a real sword and the other was a phantom.

"You... Aren\'t I!" Arthur shouted in determination while keeping moving forward.

"Hahaha, that\'s just your illusion," the shadow said in big laugh, "why don\'t you open your eyes wide and see the truth by yourself? It\'s me, it\'s you, we are the same in everything!"

"No," Arthur gritted his teeth while getting closer to the wall, "No... You are mistaken... We aren\'t the same... We aren\'t alike."

"Oh, is that so?" the other copy of Arthur laughed, "then tell me, genius cultivator of old times, what is the difference between the two of us? C\'mon, tell me as far as I can tell we are the exact reflection on a mirror."

Arthur kept pushing forward while his breath started to become heavy. Now he wasn\'t only resisting the energy of that wall, but it seemed like he was challenging the entire world here.

Each step he took put more pressure over his body, making even breathing here so difficult.

"It\'s... This!" As he got so close to the wall that he could see how tall it was, he pointed towards the front with a shaky hand holding the phantom sword.

"The wall?" the shadow laughed while watching in amusement Arthur\'s slow steps in midair while heading closer to the wall.

"No, it\'s not," Arthur shook his head while panting for his breath. He was so much exhausted at this moment, however he knew if he stopped here he would die.

If he even took a single moment to rest, which was such an irresistible desire he was having now for quite some time, he would instantly fail the trial and cease to exist.

That was the cruelest thing about tribulations. Failing them meant one\'s soul would be shattered and lost forever.

It equaled death, or even worse. To live a life of a crippled person, a person who was once a mighty being but he lost.

One single mistake and the life of any person would turn upside down. Living the life of a cultivator wasn\'t that fun at all. After all it was a life against heaven itself.

And heaven was far more treacherous than any sinister enemy.

And so he persisted with all his might. At this moment his strength faded away from his body while his only fuel was his own will.

"Stupid and arrogant... Tsk, how can I have such a weak copy of mine in such a way?" the other copy of Arthur laughed, "alright, I can guarantee your wish to die. After all, if I killed you now, I will control everything you hold dear to your heart... Die!"

In the next moment Arthur\'s vision got clouded by the sudden disappearance and reappearance of that shadow of his.

"Die you stupid bastard!" he shadow screamed in an exact copy of Arthur\'s voice while waving the phantom swords towards Arthur\'s head.

And Arthur had no power at this moment to even raise his head properly or even keep his eyes clear to see a clear sight of his enemy.

He was already on his verge to collapse, and only the sword kept moving forward towards his head with the intention of getting him killed.

As Arthur was facing such a life and death situation, things outside didn\'t look that good either.

At first Doaf and Amera planned to push the enemies to come here without much preparation.

It seemed like the wisest thing to do. They knew that giving their enemy time to prepare wouldn\'t end well for them.

And so each entered their own world before starting to torture those captives. At first no one spoke, however after long hours and brutal torture, some started to speak.

The more they said the more shocked the two became!

"Damn!" Amera couldn\'t help but exclaim in deep shock, "How can this be possible?!!!"

She already heard the same answer from many captives. They all said the same thing and that made her unable to doubt what they just said.

"I… have to get out now!" As soon as she realized this was a real thing, she instantly opened a portal to the outside world and vanished in it.

And just as she did so, she saw Doaf coming out from another portal with an ashen white face.

"This is… bad!" Doaf blurted out the moment he saw her, "have you heard?"

"It seems they weren\'t lying then," Amera took a deep breath, "we need to prepare ourselves for the worst."

"We need to escape," Doaf hurriedly said, "we can fight a rogue army, five armies, but not five clans! Not a world linked to five main dark worlds including dragonairs! We can\'t do that!!"

Amera gave him a deep and long glance. "How can we escape?" she crossed her arms, "we have no control over that! We need to accept this bitter reality and deal with it."

"There is no way we can survive this," Doaf said in desperation, "we lack numbers.. We are surrounded with a bunch of low realmers while all of our enemies are high realmers. How are we supposed to fight them?"