Huang Ji and Luo Yan had taken charge. Folo, the Sword-Keeper—none of the others were risking their lives for them. The Double-Pupiled Rebels now answered only to Huang Ji.
But the Clone Army was vicious. Though fewer than nine hundred remained at first, and the Benben Stone had killed many of them, some six hundred still survived. That was more than enough to crush the rebels.
"We can't hold them!"
"My god!"
Hundreds of S4 fighters tore through the battlefield like ravening wolves, savage and merciless.
The dozen or so who understood language barely fought. The clones who didn't killed everyone they saw, and the rebel position had drawn their attention.
The rebels had surrounded the Supreme Platform, but the clones spread into a line and counter-encircled all ten thousand of them with just a few hundred fighters.
They carved their way up the platform like a mowing machine. The rebels couldn't stop them. Leaving heaps of bodies behind, they retreated to its eastern side.
Now the rebels held the east side of the Supreme Platform, and the clones held the west.
The No. 1 Clone was first to reach the top, leading the others straight toward Huang Ji.
"Roar!" The clone had Feis's face, but nothing else about him looked human. Caught up in the slaughter, he didn't even wipe away the blood and drool covering him! Amu clashed with another clone and, within two moves, realized that beneath his crazed appearance, he fought with deadly discipline.
The Clone Army wasn't made up of brutes who relied on strength alone. They had inherited Feis's formidable combat talent and instincts. They had learned no academic subjects, but they had trained in combat since childhood.
They were skilled and fearless. When one frenzied clone realized Amu fought cautiously, he grinned and