When his clones self-destructed, Song Zhong's three clones chose to enter three different spaces.
He knew as well that at a time like this, he should have concentrated his strength to kill one of the opposing gods first.
But right now, he simply was not allowed to do that.
The clone facing the Dragon God had been unable to hold on and had self-destructed, but the one facing Xing Shen's main body was also about to fail.
Xing Shen was an existence even more powerful than the Dragon God.
Although Xing Shen's attacks were not as violent and berserk as the Dragon God's, but instead even stranger, the strength of his main body was also greater than that of his clone.
Yet now, he was almost done for as well.
In the space where Xing Shen was.
Song Zhong's main body was already covered in wounds. His chest had been pierced through, and his entire body had nearly burst apart completely, turning into a hollow void. Even his head had only half remaining, and he had only one eye left; the other eye and half his head had already been blasted away entirely!
Xing Shen's attacks were strange and impossible to resolve. Every time the other party flashed, every time he pointed a finger, it carried divine power that could not be avoided, directly displacing his flesh and blood away. It was truly too difficult for him to defend against and contend with.
"Song Zhong of the Human Race, you are already a spent arrow at the end of its flight." Xing Shen's illusory figure solidified less than a foot behind Song Zhong, his voice cold and mocking. "Your main body will, in the end, meet its end here. Very soon, your other clones will follow in its footsteps."
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