Crack!
At last, after paying the price of nearly ten thousand Doppelgangers, a tiny crack appeared in the chain.
"Now!" One Doppelganger seized the opportunity, turning into a streak of light and forcibly passing through the crack.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Figure after figure followed close behind, like carp crossing a river, surging madly toward the fissure.
However, as if the chain possessed a spirit, the crack began to heal rapidly.
"Quick!" The Doppelgangers at the rear desperately accelerated, yet nearly half of them were still shut outside.
"No!" They watched helplessly as the crack closed, once more hurling themselves desperately against the spatial barrier.
Unfortunately, they were already like a powerful crossbow at the end of its force. No matter how hard they struggled, it was futile. Amid explosion after explosion, they could only be annihilated.
In the end, only a little over twelve thousand Doppelgangers successfully passed through the spatial barrier.
Chen Ze stood atop Tongtian Peak when his brows suddenly furrowed and his expression changed drastically.
"More than fifty thousand Doppelgangers have already been lost?" he muttered, his voice carrying a trace of incredulous shock.
Through the connection between the Doppelgangers, he could clearly sense the death of every single one.
Yet he had no way of knowing what exactly was happening within the spatial rift. He could only wait until the Doppelgangers revived before learning more.
Just then, Chen Ze's expression suddenly relaxed.
The sensation of Doppelgangers dying at a rapid pace abruptly ceased, replaced by a stillness like nightfall.
He let out a long breath, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "It seems some Doppelgangers have successfully crossed over, and quite a few at that."
Although more than fifty thousand Doppelgangers had been lost, as long as even one person successfully reached the Immortal