Eight Shi Fengs stood silently on the spot, instantly freezing the Demon Emperor Hall members who had been preparing to attack, as if they'd all been hit with an immobilization spell.
"N-No... this can't be! This can't be real!"
"Right! It must be a trick! These are all fake illusions—how could a monster like this possibly have eight clones!"
The Demon Emperor Hall members on the scene felt a suffocating pressure as they stared at the eight Shi Fengs. A single Shi Feng was already like a demon god, crushing both Guild Leader Lin Xie and Vice Leader Mu Han—two of their top experts.
Now there were eight of them, and the strain was about to snap everyone's fraying nerves.
Instinctively, no one could believe what was happening.
After all, when they added up all their remaining third-tier classes, they only had fifteen left—and two of those were already tied down. That left thirteen third-tier players.
Thirteen third-tier players against eight third-tier players—the advantage was obviously overwhelming.
But facing eight monsters? Forget thirteen third-tier experts—even thirty-three wouldn't be enough.
"Don't let him fool you!" Mu Han suddenly called out to the stunned crowd. "Sure, he split into eight clones, but their stats are definitely inferior to his original body—and he's controlling all eight of them by himself. The combat effectiveness each clone can produce is extremely limited. His overall power has dropped dramatically. We have healers; if we trade blow for blow, he won't last long!"
She could clearly feel that these eight clones were no illusions—they were all solid, physical duplicates.
The shock was considerable, but she had also noticed that the oppressive pressure from these clones was significantly weaker than before, which meant their stats had dropped considerably.
Besides, a person was still just a person. Unlike an AI, they couldn't perfectly control eight clones. Even someone who had mastered the Domain, with brain activity far exceeding the norm, could keep at most three clones at peak expert level—that was the absolute limit. Having the others maintain the Perfection realm was already pushing it.
On average, each clone could reach the Flowing Water realm at best—and barely that.
A third-tier player with diminished stats and mediocre skill level was nothing to fear.
Hearing this, the Demon Emperor Hall members snapped out of their shock and rallied their confidence once more.
They had been so stunned by Shi Feng's split into eight that they'd completely forgotten—players were just players, not NPCs. They couldn't perfectly control clones the way NPCs could without any drop in combat performance.
"Is that so?"
Shi Feng couldn't help but smile. He set all eight clones into motion at once, charging straight into the Demon Emperor Hall crowd.
The Demon Emperor Hall members were all absolute experts. Facing the sudden assault of eight clones, not one of them panicked. Every single one launched a full counterattack—the third-tier classes charged forward to meet them head-on, while the second-tier tanks established a defensive line. Ranged attackers poured everything they had into hitting Shi Feng, and the healers kept the third-tier players topped up.
Mu Han, facing the Shi Feng clone charging toward her, also went all out. She controlled six ice swords and unleashed them at Shi Feng, activating her third-tier legacy skill—Demon Fall.
"Let's see how long you can hold out!"
In an instant, the six ice swords radiated terrifying magical power, their destructive force doubling. All six swords struck at Shi Feng simultaneously, locked onto his vitals.
This attack was no weaker than Lin Xie's Fire Snake—in fact, it was even a few degrees more powerful. And from someone like Mu Han, who was only half a step away from mastering the Domain, these six ice swords were more than enough to give even a third-tier Domain master a world of trouble.
Moreover, Shi Feng's other clones were all facing the Demon Emperor Hall's remaining third-tier experts. If Shi Feng focused most of his attention here, the combat level of his other clones would plummet—and the Demon Emperor Hall's third-tier players would have no trouble taking them out.
Yet facing Mu Han's full-powered strike, Shi Feng's clone simply executed Sword Trajectory, forming a layer of starlight defense around its body.
Boom, boom, boom...
A chain of metallic clashes rang out as all six ice swords, each one overwhelmingly powerful, failed to leave even a scratch on Shi Feng's clone. Instead, the clone had closed a considerable distance.
"How is this possible?!"