The expression of the ruler of Universe 666 turned grave in an instant.
Five clones—the number of clones was even greater than his.
Moreover, in the passage before him, it was understandable that the cultivator who possessed clones was flying at the very front. But in the other passage, he had clearly sensed the aura of the opposing Cosmos Ruler.
If there was a Cosmos Ruler present, then naturally, the Cosmos Ruler should be the one in the lead.
Yet the cultivators opposite them were obviously led by those two clones.
What was going on?
Clones held even higher status than a Cosmos Ruler?
That was clearly impossible!
After all, if the cultivator who possessed clones was stronger, he could simply kill the Cosmos Ruler outright.
Unless the Cosmos Ruler and this cultivator were of the same race, and had an incomparably close relationship.
In short, no matter the reason, this situation was somewhat abnormal.
Just as he was astonished, the cultivators opposite them appeared one after another in his line of sight.
In the other passage, the Sub-Ancestor of their race—his junior brother, Hurricane Saint—looked across and said in some surprise, "The other side actually has cultivators who have cultivated clones too. Those two should both be clones, right?
"Did the other side's Cosmos Ruler cultivate the Clone Technique?"
"No, it is not the other side's Cosmos Ruler. He is only an ordinary Saint," the ruler of Universe 666 said in a low voice. "This cultivator is very special. In the other two passages, he also has clones, as well as his true body.
"He has a total of five clones."
"What? Five clones? Even more than you have, Senior Brother." Hurricane Saint froze at the words, but then wild joy surged up in him as he said in