"Clone?!!"
In the vast, empty hall, a beam of light poured down from the dome, illuminating only the conference table in the center. The surrounding area was obscured by the interplay of light and shadow, creating an oppressive, eerie atmosphere.
The conference table was enormous, yet there were only three attendees. One of them slammed the table and rose to his feet, his face twisted in fury as his roar echoed throughout the hall.
"What the hell kind of joke is this!"
The sound became piercingly loud in the empty space. After reverberating for a while, it was swallowed by the darkness around them.
Hua Ye had never suffered such a setback before. After equipping the Black Hole Engine, he had planned to strut his stuff in the Chiwu Star System, only for the Goddess of Luck to sneer at him once again. He had run into Hua Zhen and nearly died there.
He knew that Old Third brat was formidable, so he had not been too traumatized by it. After all, he had yet to connect to a celestial-grade Dark Matter Computing Cloud, and he was still unfamiliar with using the Black Hole Engine. Once he was fully equipped someday, he would settle the score sooner or later.
But...
Now, at the Alliance to Kill God meeting, he had been told that the one who had nearly killed him had merely been one of Hua Zhen's clones!
No matter who it happened to, such a thing would be difficult to accept at first.
"Though I do not wish to discourage you, God of Death Karl was not wrong," Pan Zhen said in a low voice as his half-closed eyes slowly opened to meet Hua Ye's enraged expression. "According to reports from my scouts on the front lines, Hua Zhen