At this moment, everyone saw two Shi Fengs, and for an instant, they were all stunned.
"What's going on here?"
Everyone was baffled.
One Shi Feng was already difficult enough to handle, requiring them to team up with Canglang Zhantian just to have a chance. Now two had appeared—what were they supposed to do?
"A clone?" Canglang Zhantian remained calm and immediately considered that possibility.
In the game Divine Realm, besides the skills of various classes, there were many universal skills. Creating a clone wasn't impossible, much like a Summoner calling powerful creatures.
Hearing Canglang Zhantian say that, everyone felt it was very likely; otherwise, how else could it be explained? They all breathed a sigh of relief.
Just a clone—although it had some destructive power, a clone was still just a clone.
But everyone quickly realized they were wrong.
Terribly wrong.
The moment Shi Feng's clone appeared, it charged straight at the first-tier swordsman. The speed of its sword strikes might not be as terrifying as Shi Feng's true body, but a single sword strike forced the first-tier swordsman back three or five steps to steady himself. Facing the clone's attack, he even had to use a life-saving skill like Sword Control Return to Heaven to defend.
"I'll help you!" The black-armored Berserker immediately charged forward, constantly swinging his war axe.
But even with this top-tier Berserker joining, they couldn't stop the first-tier swordsman's health from plummeting. The first-tier priest had to continuously cast healing spells just to stabilize his health.
Seeing the clone's combat power, everyone panicked.
"I'll hold off the clone. Since it's a skill, it must have a duration. Once the time is up, we'll unite against the real one," Canglang Zhantian said, using Charge to reach the clone in front.
It had to be said that Canglang Zhantian was an expert who had entered the domain of minute control. Whether attacking or evading, his movements were precise and minute. He could always achieve maximum effect with minimal movement, and coupled with that enormous shield that easily covered most of his body, defense was effortless. Even though the clone forced him to retreat step by step, he remained as steady as a mountain.
"Truly impressive. If Ke Le had Canglang Zhantian's current level, he might be able to challenge a fifty-man Hell Difficulty large dungeon." Watching the rock-steady Canglang Zhantian, Shi Feng thought with inward regret.
With Canglang Zhantian holding the clone, the remaining six prepared to start harassing Shi Feng to buy time.
But before they could even sigh in relief, they noticed that twelve gleaming swords had appeared floating around Shi Feng at some point. Each bright, sharp blade looked scalp-tinglingly dangerous.
"Since you think it's fine for many to bully one, then my clone plus these twelve swords against your seven—don't say I'm bullying you?" Shi Feng gave a faint smile and then controlled the twelve Abyssals to attack the six people.
Instantly, the expressions of the silver-armored Berserker and the others changed, each one turning dark as water. They couldn't utter another word.
The twelve Abyssal clones didn't have much strength, but the damage they dealt was not low—fully 40% of Shi Feng's true damage. Combined with the clones' small size, high speed, and agile, unpredictable movements, they were extremely inconvenient to deal with. Melee combat was one thing, but ranged classes, especially the priest, had no chance to heal. Simply protecting themselves was not easy.
After just a brief period of combat, the seven top-tier experts, including Canglang Zhantian, were already looking disheveled and miserable.
Outside the barrier, the members of Yixiao Qingcheng were so shocked their jaws nearly hit the floor.
Even the densest among them could see how powerful Shi Feng truly was.
His previous fight against the six had simply been him playing with them.