One Shi Feng alone was already unstoppable—he could plow through an army of a thousand with raw force, and that army was composed of elite experts to boot.
Now eight Shi Fengs had appeared. Even a fool could understand what that meant.
Jing Feng and Xie Dao, both peak-level experts of the Divine Realm, stared at Shi Feng with expressions that had turned grave beyond measure, an impulse to curse rising in their throats.
Inside the Divine Realm, clone-type skills were rare enough, but at their level they had seen no shortage of them. Never before, however, had they felt such gnashing hatred and dread toward a clone skill.
"Run!"
Before anyone could recover from the sight of Shi Feng splitting into eight, Jing Feng bellowed the command and spun around to flee.
For peak experts like them, the effects of clone-type skills were crystal clear. Even though Shi Feng's split into eight meant each physical clone's stats were reduced, and the human mind had its limits—no one, not even a Domain-wielding monster, could perfectly control eight bodies at once.
But Jing Feng could sense that even with reduced stats, each clone's base attributes still dwarfed theirs by a wide margin. With his spiritual power divided, each clone's combat strength would still rival Yu Mo and the others. For him and Xie Dao, there was absolutely no chance of victory. Moreover, clones and the original shared a single consciousness, enabling seamless coordination.
Xie Dao, standing nearby, bolted in the opposite direction from Jing Feng without a moment's hesitation.
Xie Dao understood perfectly well—the only outcome of a head-on fight was death. The sole way out was to stall for time. Clone skills didn't last forever; once their duration expired, everything would fall into place.
Clone was an overpowered skill, no doubt, but it had one glaring weakness.
It devoured spiritual power at a staggering rate. Every additional clone doubled the consumption. Against ordinary bosses or regular experts, that might be manageable, but against opponents of their caliber, the drain on spiritual power was no less taxing than physical exhaustion. When the mind grew fatigued, combat performance plummeted.
In other words, they just needed to hold out until the clone duration ended. Once it expired, dealing with Shi Feng would be simple.
At that moment, it wasn't just Jing Feng and Xie Dao who split off and ran—the rest of the Star Ring experts all broke into a mad dash as well. Domain-wielding monsters and top-tier fighters alike abandoned their current opponents and fled without a backward glance.
They knew full well the disparity in combat power was too great. If Shi Feng killed Jing Feng and Xie Dao, they would be next. And if he couldn't kill them, he would certainly turn on them immediately. Now was the time to run—if not now, when?
In an instant, the Micro-rank vanguard army of Star Ring dissolved into complete chaos, every last one of them scrambling for their lives.
The spectators in the stands watched with jaws agape.
The weakest among them were all at the Micro rank—powerful enough to annihilate a ten-thousand-strong army with ease. Yet now, all because of a single skill Shi Feng had used, they were scattering in every direction like mice fleeing a cat. No one would believe it if you told them…
"Too late!"
Shi Feng glanced at Jing Feng and Xie Dao, and in the next instant he directed all eight clones to converge on them.
He intended to kill both Jing Feng and Xie Dao—no exceptions.
The reason he hadn't used Twilight Shadow before was that he feared the moment Jing Feng and Xie Dao saw it, they would bolt, and everyone else would scatter. That was the scenario he worried about most.