Extra: The outcome

Clinton finally felt exhausted under the opponent's repeated powerful attacks.

Exhausted, Pass gradually retreated to his back.

The two players took turns countering each other's relentless attacks. This back-to-back fighting style did indeed allow them to stabilize the situation again in a short period of time, preventing a complete collapse.

But if they can't find a way to break this deadlock, this will be their last dance.

"I still have two [Recovery Potions ] on me. Drink one first; your condition is too poor."

The weapon in his hand left afterimages in front of him. Clinton's Copy couldn't find a way to break through for a while and could only fight and retreat. For the time being, Clinton had the upper hand.

Taking advantage of the break, he hurriedly urged Pass to let him get a bottle of potion to recover his condition.

If the other party cannot pull themselves together, they could be completely destroyed here at any moment.

"I... don't want to waste it."

Although Pass understood Clinton's thoughts, he still felt that such valuable props should be left for Clinton's own use.

Given his current strength, it seems highly unlikely that he can escape from this Dungeon.

But if Clinton has enough tools to back him up, there might still be a sliver of hope for him to escape. After all, I still want him to get out.

As for myself...:::, staying here to keep Wallace isn't a bad idea...

"How the hell is this a waste! If you die here, I'll never get out again. Goodbye!"

Clinton didn't appreciate the gesture.

Why are all my teammates like stubborn oxen, refusing to listen to anything? If the other side dies here so easily, what right do I have to continue to shoulder this responsibility in the future?

Moreover, without anyone helping him, the chances of him surviving and getting out of here alone are extremely slim.

He wondered how things were going with Galan. Now he could only place all his hopes on Galan. Judging from the strength of Galan's Copy, the opponent's strength was obviously far superior to his and Pass's. Even if the two of them attacked together, they probably couldn't defeat him.

In that case, as long as the other party can free up their resources to help them, they can quickly get out of their current predicament.

But precisely because of his power, his Copy are definitely not simple creatures either.

Galan is probably still struggling with how to deal with his Copy.

With one hand restraining his Copy, Clinton used the other to pull out the [Healing Potion] from his waist and shove it into Pass's chest.

It doesn't give the other party a chance to refuse at all.

He still has unhealed wounds on his body from trying to create an opening for himself.

If it is not treated soon, it may leave a lifelong health problem.

"Drink it, or I'll kill myself!"

Facing Clinton's "death threat"

Pass gave a bitter smile and had no choice but to quickly swallow the Potion.

After adjustments by Galan and Fitz, the [Healing Potion] has been revamped several times, and its healing effect is far superior to what it used to be. So, the moment the potion entered Pass's body, its powerful effects began to heal his shattered body and internal organs.

As if sensing a powerful force sweeping through his body, Pass's exhausted face regained its wild fervor. Facing the overwhelming onslaught of his Copy, he briefly gathered his strength and then unleashed his strongest attack to date.

A silvery crescent moon left a huge gash on the Copy's chest along the edge of the axe blade. If the clone had emotions, it would be astonished by the transformation of the person before it in such a short time; the person was practically a different person altogether.

However, this was merely a brief resurgence for Pass.

In order to turn the tide, he used up all his strength in one go.

Now, all they can do is rely on the still-effective medicine to slowly replenish the vital energy lost from their bodies.

"Not bad, how many more times can you use this move?"

Seeing that his opponent could still use such a powerful move, Clinton was overjoyed and didn't even notice the beads of sweat constantly appearing on Pass's forehead and his heavy breathing.

If the opponent can maintain this level of combat strength, then the two of them can completely resolve the current trouble.

That was already my full strength...

So, even with props, Beiguang's reliance on them has its limits...?

Whoosh!!

Just as Clinton's mood plummeted once again, a pillar of Blood Pillar, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, pierced through the Dense Fog behind him without warning, moving so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

That wasn't Lucina's magic, nor was it any kind of magic he had ever seen before, so Clinton instinctively felt that it was a new Copy and that he was about to die here.

Just as he was trying his best to avoid vital areas, he suddenly realized that the Blood Pillar was not coming towards him, but nimbly bypassed him and went straight for his Copy.

Clang!!

A crisp clanging sound rang out the instant the pillar of Blood Pillar made contact with the longsword.

Surprisingly, what looked like just congealed blood was as hard as steel.

Clinton was amazed by this bizarre move.

But more than anything, they were curious about the benefactor who had lent them a helping hand.

To be able to skillfully wield such wondrous and powerful magic, the opponent must be an extremely experienced Mage, likely stronger than Lucina. If that's the level, then in [Äußerst], they would be a figure of immense influence, worthy of being called a grandmaster...

With such an important figure helping them now, the chances of getting out of this Dungeon have increased significantly.

"Yo! I've finally found you."

A familiar voice came from the fog, interrupting Clinton's reverie and causing him to involuntarily look into the Dense Fog, no longer paying attention to the Copy that was completely restrained by the Blood Pillar not far away.

Actually, when he heard that voice, he already knew who the other person was. But when he finally saw the person's face, his heart still trembled uncontrollably. It was shock, unparalleled shock!

The newcomer was undoubtedly Galan. What Klin couldn't understand was that, regardless of what the association had told him or the fighting style displayed by his Copy, how could a mere warrior wield such powerful magic with such skill?