At this moment, facing ten identical versions of herself at the same realm, Líng Ruòlán’s expression was extremely grim.
As a formation master, her own combat strength was not particularly high; she relied entirely on formations to fight her enemies. Yet right now, what she had to face was ten identical sets of formations.
Líng Ruòlán looked at the last carved formation in her storage bag, gritted her teeth, and threw it out directly.
Chapter 136