A fierce wind swept through, scattering the dust and smoke inside the ruins of the palace. Wisps of cold air drifted into the distance.
"Old Smoke, why don't you use your Smoke Messenger to probe it?"
Shuisaki's voice came through the wireless earphones.
"Why don't you send your Frost Giant? It's better suited for this kind of thing."
"The cold air it gives off can reduce the Ant King's speed, so it can't be destroyed."
"..."
Old Smoke glanced at Shuisaki, then took a deep drag from the cigarette in his hand.
"Whoosh~"
Old Smoke exhaled a large cloud of smoke. It gathered in front of him, eventually forming a figure identical to him.
"Chairman Netero, why don't you make a probing attack? I can cover you."
Old Smoke had not used his Smoke Messenger. Instead, he had created a smoke clone. Its aura was exactly the same as his own. This was no longer a case of something being indistinguishable from the real thing—the real Old Smoke had genuinely appeared once more.
"That suits me perfectly."
Netero clasped his hands before his chest. The movement looked slow, but in reality, no one could see how Netero had done it.
After Netero made that gesture, golden light blazed behind him, and a golden statue more than ten meters tall appeared. The statue had dozens of arms.
This was Netero's strongest technique, the Hundred-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva. The words "Guanyin Bodhisattva" could be completely ignored, because the statue behind him seemed to have nothing to do with Guanyin at all. Nen abilities were named according to personal preference. As for how Netero had come up with this name, only he knew.
"First Form."
Netero chopped his palm downward. At the same time, the statue behind him moved as well. One of its