On a tall building, three identical Pillows were standing there, their body was swaying as if they were drowsy, they seemed to be delirious. Beside them was a cyclone suppressing their auras, at the same time, it was also suppressing the mental connection between them.
Yan Huihong was sitting cross legged sightly further away from them, his body was constantly rising and sinking, the corner of his face was covered in sweat.
He was obviously very tired.
Even though right in front of him was only three of Pillow's avatars, in order to suppress them, he had to pay a huge price.
Pillow was split into seven bodies, one main body and six avatars. Their abilities are not calculated as simple as one seventh, it might one tenth or even lower. That was why Yan Huihong caught them like catching chicks, grabbing them one by one and trapping them over there.
There was naturally no need to mention the hardships in between.
