"She's not dead!"
"You're kidding me! Wasn't the main body killed?"
The crowd stared at the two Zhao Yuerus on the arena floor, both wielding their staffs, as though they had seen a ghost. When they noticed the faint smirk on Zhao Yueru's lips, she looked every bit the real witch—sending a chill down their spines.
There were plenty of clone skills in the Divine Realm, but as far as anyone knew, no clone had ever continued to act after its original body was killed.
"Impossible! Could she also be—?" Yi Luofei stared fixedly at the two Zhao Yuerus on the arena—one ice, one fire—her eyes filled with shock.
Yan Tianxing was also startled.
On the stage, a magic circle appeared behind each of the ice and fire Zhao Yuerus. In an instant, violent ice and fire elements surged across the entire venue, forming an ice-and-fire storm that poured into the four magic circles like a giant whale sucking in water.
Yan Tianxing—who had just insta-killed the real Zhao Yueru—found himself enclosed on all sides by walls of ice. Flames erupted from the ground and the air above, leaving absolutely no way to dodge.
The Icefire Leopard charged straight at the other Yan Tianxing. His stealth had already dissipated, cutting his combat power in half. It might not be enough to kill him, but it was more than sufficient to keep him pinned down.
Inside the ice enclosure, Yan Tianxing knew he was in trouble. He quickly used Wind Walk to exploit its brief invincibility to tank the fire spells, then unleashed Shadow Strike on the ice wall in front of him, trying to break free.
But just as the two streaks of dark light were about to strike the ice wall, layer after layer of ice walls materialized in their path.
Shadow Strike struck the ice wall and left only a few cracks—it didn't shatter the barrier. At least one more hit would be needed to break through.
Although an ice wall was merely a zero-tier spell, the augmentation from the Icefire Fury had elevated it to first-tier effectiveness. Even ordinary players couldn't easily shatter a zero-tier ice wall, let alone a first-tier one. Even Yan Tianxing, a top-tier Assassin, couldn't do it—after all, Assassins were weak in raw strength. If it had been a top Berserker instead, perhaps a single blow would have sufficed.
The invincibility from Wind Walk expired. Unwilling to give up, Yan Tianxing activated Vanish and tried to force his way through the blocking ice wall. But Zhao Yueru gave him no chance—she cast without incantation once again, conjuring another ice wall to block his path.
Vanish's invincibility lasted only a single second. The moment it faded, the fire-attuned Zhao Yueru unleashed two first-tier fire spells that bombarded the ice enclosure.
With no invincibility left and Shadow Step still on cooldown, even Yan Tianxing couldn't withstand attacks that had been boosted to second-tier by Icefire Fury. They were area-of-effect spells—there was simply no way to block them all.
In the blink of an eye, the Yan Tianxing inside the ice walls was also insta-killed. Only the one tangled up with the Icefire Leopard remained.
"That's insane!"
"Holy crap, that counts as quadruple incantation, doesn't it?"
"Absolutely unbeatable in PvP!"
The spectators were stunned by the annihilation Zhao Yueru had just displayed. Both clones could perform double incantation, meaning she could cast four spells simultaneously—each fully under her control, each devastatingly powerful. It was practically unfair.
"Clones?" Zhao Yueru glanced at the spot where Yan Tianxing had vanished inside the ice walls, then looked at the other one who had retreated to a safe distance. She smiled faintly. "You think keeping your distance will help?"
Then the ice and fire versions of Zhao Yueru once again performed double incantation.
Against the fast-moving Yan Tianxing, trapping him in an ice wall was difficult, so she didn't bother. Instead, she switched to quantity-based first-tier spells.
Behind the ice and fire Zhao Yuerus, fire arrows, fireballs, ice lances, and ice bolts materialized—one after another. Combined, they numbered over sixty or seventy, all hurtling straight toward Yan Tianxing.
"The—" The crowd stared at the sky full of ice and fire magic, momentarily at a loss for words.
Moreover, the accuracy of these spells under Zhao Yueru's control was unnervingly high. Even with his Burst Mode activated, Yan Tianxing was fast as a phantom, leaving trail after trail of afterimages, yet Zhao Yueru could still land the vast majority of spells on his body. He was forced to frantically block with his weapon and even use Wind Walk to dodge.
What the spectators didn't know was that while Yan Tianxing's speed was indeed phantom-like and nearly impossible to hit for an ordinary player, for Zhao Yueru—whose physique had been boosted by fifty percent—he wasn't all that fast. He moved at roughly the same speed as an average expert, making him easy to bombard.
And the first-tier spells Zhao Yueru was casting all carried second-tier power. An Assassin who wasn't known for strength was struggling immensely to defend. Yan Tianxing's health was ticking down bit by bit, being whittled to death—it was only a matter of time.