Song Zhong quickly shook off the other cultivators behind him and flew forward at his fastest speed.
It was not because the enemy was the Tentacle Clan that he did this. He had done the same in the previous battles as well—he was always the first to charge over and slaughter the enemy cultivators.
Behind him, the cultivators of their cosmos only needed to handle one thing: block the enemy cultivators who slipped past Song Zhong and tried to rush into their island.
This way, the cultivators on their side could also suffer fewer losses.
Opposite Song Zhong, the Cosmos Ruler of the Tentacle Clan also saw the two figures flying over at the same time, and his gaze instantly sharpened.
After flying in here, he had immediately probed the aura on the other side. He had also investigated it clearly: at first glance, the enemy group of cultivators was extremely, extremely weak. Whether in terms of numbers or individual strength, they were clearly not strong. Forget comparing them to his side; their strength felt like that of a normal cosmos ranked somewhere in the three-thousands. A cosmos this starved of strength normally had no chance whatsoever of making it this far.
Then it should be just as he had analyzed: the enemy had someone with clones, or perhaps two cultivators of extraordinary strength.
And the two cultivators before him had identical auras. Clearly, they were the enemy's clones.
It seemed his previous analysis had not been wrong at all.
Only, why had these two clones flown straight over?
Even if the enemy was strong, surely they should not be this arrogant?
Could the enemy truly be so powerful, so confident, that they believed just two clones could defeat so many cultivators on his side?
Although the Cosmos Ruler of