Being able to run was already good enough. Now, at least thirty percent of the Great Worlds across the entire Chaos Land had been destroyed. Wang Yulun appeared beside Clone No. 2.
These hard days were probably coming to an end soon. Some time ago, I received news from the Heavenly Merchant Race that the Thirteen Great Races and the Nine Great Gods and Devils Empires had joined forces.
They had even slain a Sovereign-level powerhouse on the other side.
Where there was one, there would be two. That damaged Chaos Land would sooner or later be devoured by our side, Clone No. 2 said.
That was good too. At least we would not have to drag the Great World all over the place anymore. Wang Yulun looked at the dim star that was about to go out.
Over these years of running here and there, those two reserve stars had contributed greatly. Clone No. 2, have you still not sensed the main body's consciousness?
No. If there is any news, I will definitely notify you at once. Right now, I can only guarantee that the main body is still alive, Clone No. 2 replied with practiced ease.
Over the past several tens of thousands of years, he had answered this question millions of times.
Just then, a figure appeared behind Wang Yulun, radiating the aura of a Chaos Saint. Father, there is a group of Chaos Giant Beasts over there. Can I take my younger brothers and sisters to surround and rob them? A Chaos Saint Realm powerhouse who looked like a young man asked pleadingly.
No. Accidents can happen at any time. If anyone goes, it should be a clone. The main body must remain within the Three Thousand Realms, Wang Yulun emphasized.
All right. The young man's