Chen Chuan swept his gaze ahead. The firelight from the airship's explosion blazed unusually bright in the night sky, like a massive burst of fireworks. Countless flaming fragments then scattered outward and fell toward the ground.
His gaze shifted to Yuan Congye. At present, only this one person remained to face him.
Without someone to share the damage, this man could be dealt with in a single blow.
If the Simulacrum Body's duration had not been limited, and if Yuan Congye had not possessed Exotic Power capable of resisting attacks, he would have taken him out along with the others just now.
The only flaw in that earlier attack was that the simulacrum clone could not release Profound Sky Fire. Otherwise, those two would not merely have avoided dying on the spot. But there was no point in them returning now. This much time was enough for him to settle everything.
Every tactical objective the Old Imperial Household had displayed so far revolved around Yuan Congye. As long as he dealt with this man, he would no longer need to worry much about the matters on the main battlefield.
At that moment, Mu Xiaoren's thoughts entered his mind:
"Officer Chen, those two had their bodies shattered just now. I had intended to use a secret art to invade their minds and draw out an anomaly, but someone stopped me midway. I couldn't break through the obstruction."
Chen Chuan gave a grunt. That was not surprising. Of the enemy reinforcements, the remaining few were likely all Aspects of the Gods. They had not participated in the battle from the beginning and had yet to show themselves, so they must have had some purpose.
They had likely seen that their side's situation was about to collapse and had been forced to intervene.