The two clones used the treasures Fan Lang had given them to block the Giant Club, achieving considerable results and weakening its power.
If not for them, Fan Lang would have suffered even greater damage by now.
One treasure after another was destroyed, and the situation grew increasingly dire.
Five... three... two... one!
When only the last shield remained.
The Yang Flame Clone gripped the shield and rushed to the Yin Cold Clone's side. The two of them held the shield together.
"We were born in the same year, month, and day. Soon, we'll die on the same year, month, and day too. Plenty of people say things like that, but not many can follow through!" The Yang Flame Clone could still laugh at a time like this.
"If there is another life, I hope I won't be someone else's clone again," said the Yin Cold Clone.
"Haha, exactly. If you can be the boss, who wants to be a clone?"
"My fate is ruled by heaven, ruled by man, but not by me..."
As they spoke, the shield shattered!
What was bound to come had finally arrived.
Without the treasures' protection, the terrifying power came crashing down. It was simply not something the two clones could withstand. After all, they were merely clones Fan Lang had created not long ago.
The Yang Flame Clone burned itself, transforming into a blazing fireball as it prepared to expend every last bit of its strength.
The Yin Cold Clone closed his eyes and awaited death.
If they died, it would trigger a chain reaction. They would no longer be able to share the damage from the Giant Club's attack, causing the damage to be transferred onto others.
Life and death would be decided in this instant!
Within Fan Lang's sea of consciousness.