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"Spare me? Are you planning to seal me deep underground again? I, the Rakshasa King, would rather die than endure such a dark and sunless existence again. Do you know how I survived down there?"
The Rakshasa King laughed maniacally.
"Then let me test whether you truly cannot kill me!"
He had his own thoughts, and someone of his strength would not easily allow others to distort his beliefs.
Chen Moxuan said nothing further.
"Source Blood Clone!"
From within him, numerous clones emerged. Though each clone possessed only half of his power, their sheer number was overwhelming.
In an instant, he created dozens of clones, completely surrounding the Rakshasa King.
Thinking of escaping? You didn’t ask for my opinion!
Each clone spoke these words, creating a sense of shock for the Rakshasa King. At the same time, he felt puzzled; he couldn’t understand how Chen Moxuan managed to produce so many clones and still have them speak so fluidly.
He considered himself an expert in body research, yet even he could not replicate the creation of Rakshasa Guards or the Yin Yang Guard Secret Technique.
If Chen Moxuan possessed such abilities, he believed there must be a great secret hidden within him. How wonderful it would be to obtain his body for research!
Seeing the greedy gaze of the Rakshasa King directed at him, Chen Moxuan launched his attack.
"Wuji Sword Finger!"
Each clone unleashed the Wuji Sword Finger toward the Rakshasa King. Although their individual strength was only half of Chen Moxuan’s, their numbers were overwhelming and they all attacked with reckless abandon.
Faced with this relentless barrage, the Rakshasa King felt a headache coming on. He activated the Unpredictable Gathering and Dispersing technique from the Tiangang Great Divine Power. His body suddenly became ethereal, dispersing like mist.
The countless attacks from Wuji Sword Finger struck against this mist as if they were piercing through clouds, causing minimal damage to the Rakshasa King.
At that moment, Chen Moxuan stepped forward and launched an attack at the swirling mist.
"Unranked Sword Qi!"
A massive sword-shaped aura coalesced in the air before slashing down toward the mist.
When the Sword Qi struck the mist, it trembled violently as if it had received a severe impact.
Yes! Keep going!
Seeing the mist shake, Chen Moxuan knew that his attacks were having an effect.
Moreover, the Unpredictable Gathering and Dispersing technique, despite its incredible defensive capabilities, is not without its weaknesses. For instance, once this Great Divine Ability is activated, the user can only remain stationary. This effectively turns them into a living target.
Chen Moxuan unleashed another Sword Qi strike above the mist, causing it to tremble once more. He continuously split off Source Blood Clones, each one launching a self-destructive attack against the mist with all their might. He refused to believe that the Unpredictable Gathering and Dispersing technique could completely immunize him from all attacks. If that were the case, the Rakshasa King would have long been invincible in the world!
His immense vitality was beyond even his own comprehension, allowing him to bear the strain of creating dozens of clones without issue. This was also a testament to the recovery speed of the Yuan Xue within him. In other words, under normal circumstances, he could maintain several dozen Source Blood Clones at half his strength. Although they only possessed half his power, they would be more than sufficient to deal with an average initial-stage cultivator!
What to do? Inside the mist, the Rakshasa King felt increasingly troubled. He had intended to take on a few of Chen Moxuan's attacks head-on before making his escape. However, Chen Moxuan's lack of honor in combat—summoning so many clones—had extinguished his desire to flee.
This situation couldn't continue; although he had yet to reach his limit of endurance against the attacks, if Chen Moxuan kept up this assault, it would only be a matter of time before he hit that critical point!
It turned out that the Unpredictable Gathering and Dispersing technique did not completely disregard all attacks; rather, it absorbed them into a special space. As long as he did not exceed the threshold of that space's capacity, he would not perish. However, if the attacks were strong enough, he would still sustain some injuries.
Now he could feel that under the relentless assault from Chen Moxuan and his clones, his bodily injuries were worsening. That bastard Chen Moxuan—how could his attacking power be so relentless? He had been attacking for so long without taking a break! How was his spiritual energy so abundant?
And what about those clones? They came in waves—dozens at a time—each one executing self-destructive attacks with maximum force. It was simply outrageous! Even though the Rakshasa King understood human anatomy well, he couldn't fathom this phenomenon.
This ability was truly extraordinary! It was no longer just a person; it was more exaggerated than an entire Di Sha War Division! At this rate of attack from Chen Moxuan, he estimated that within half an hour, they would reach the limits of the Unpredictable Gathering and Dispersing Divine Ability!
Even though he knew this, there was nothing he could change at the moment; all he could do was pray that Chen Moxuan's spiritual energy was limited and that he couldn't continue attacking for much longer!
At this time, the battle on the other side had already come to an end. With the support of Chen Feng and Long Yunhua leading the Di Sha War Division and Tian Gang Battle Division, the Shang San Yan Battle Division, along with the Three Great Battle Departments, finally managed to eliminate all members of the Yin Yang Guard and Tian Gang Wei. Not a single person escaped.
They had finally wiped out all their enemies! Tori Fa took a deep breath, feeling immensely relieved. This was his first experience in such an intense battle! Although he was exhausted—both physically and mentally—he felt incredibly satisfied after the victory. It was a fulfilling kind of exhilaration!
He thought that these thrilling days were far more exciting than his time spent leading the Wang in the secret realm. It wasn't just him who was tired; Chen Feng and Long Yunhua were also fatigued. In this war, both of them had given their all. Not only did they have to fight themselves, but they also had to command their troops and protect their soldiers in the Di Sha War Division as much as possible. They were truly worn out.
Now that they had won the battle, they felt happy and believed that all their exhaustion was worth it. At that moment, the three exchanged smiles, each understanding one another's feelings, sharing a sense of camaraderie.
However, they couldn't rest just yet. The severely injured soldiers in the Di Sha War Division needed immediate medical attention, and the fight between Chen Moxuan and Rakshasa King was still ongoing.
As they turned to look at Chen Moxuan and Rakshasa King battling, their mouths dropped open in shock at what unfolded before them. They saw Chen Moxuan split into numerous clones, with dozens of them launching a self-destructive attack simultaneously.
This was a scene they had never witnessed before; it was simply spectacular. Especially since these clones looked exactly like Chen Moxuan, except for their blood-red hair. It felt as if they were witnessing dozens of Chen Moxuans engaging in a suicide attack together—no wonder this sight left them utterly stunned!
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