"Is this cloning?"
"There's actually such a method?"
The saints hiding in the shadows and watching this century-spanning battle found it terrifying.
Only now, through cloning, did they see Potato Wall's true form.
The part rooted in the earth was actually a pair of sexy young girl's legs clad in black stockings, slender, rounded, and alluring. Yet above those legs sat an adorable potato.
"This potato actually looks like this? It has a young girl's legs, and it's even oozing wet mashed potato to prevent viruses from invading its body. How bizarre!"
"There's even such an extraordinary offensive and defensive method?"
"They obtained the other side's blueprint and cloned a cosmic lifeform?"
The saints began whispering among themselves.
Didn't that mean they had to guard against it too? What if their own species was cloned?
They quietly pondered it.
First quantum viruses, then cloned universes—wave after wave of attacks, each method stranger and more terrifying than the last.
Even these ancient saints had to admit that the enemy's methods were mature. They conducted evolutionary species warfare with practiced ease, opening the saints' eyes.
They had never even had experience evolving species to fight one another, while the other side was already incomparably proficient. It clearly was not their first battle.
Some saints could not help secretly absorbing the experience within it, continually marveling as they studied. As they watched, all sorts of astonished thoughts emerged: There was even such a method? Battles could be fought this way? It could be played like this? This was actually so outrageous?
After all, for the players, fighting PVP species battles with their own creatures in the "Spore Evolution" Sand Table was exceedingly familiar. But for the saints, it was unprecedented.
"Rich Gold Potato has already been cloned successfully." Mount Akina Speed studied it