Boom!
The interception had failed.
The Thunder Spirit's fist struck the old man's chest once again.
At once.
The old man felt an unprecedented wave of nausea explode inside him, as if countless hands were stirring his stomach violently.
He immediately felt like doubling over and retching.
But he forcibly held it back.
He retreated somewhat awkwardly, while ragged figures quickly surrounded him. Some overlapped with him, while others charged toward the Thunder Spirit.
But before those figures could get close, the Thunder Spirit flashed and appeared before the old man once again.
It raised its fist and struck!
Under Jiang Qiao's control, it gave the opponent no chance to catch his breath.
"What kind of monstrous clone is this?"
Entangled like a strip of flypaper, the old man was both shocked and furious.
Of course, he could tell that this was that young man's clone.
That young man was cunning by nature and unwilling to take risks himself, so he had used a clone to enter the small temple and fight him.
That was understandable.
But even with all his experience, he had never heard of such a bizarre clone. Although it lacked the special qualities of a true Ninth Rank, its attack power was already no weaker than a Ninth Rank's.
How was that possible?!
Jiang Qiao's Main Body was only at the peak of the Eighth Tier!
There was an enormous gulf between the Eighth Tier and the Ninth Rank. Either you had it or you didn't; there was no deceiving anyone about that.
And yet.
An Eighth Tier expert actually possessed a Ninth Rank clone.
What the hell was this supposed to be?
"Damn it, get the hell away from me!"
The old man roared furiously. A crowd of figures charged wildly toward the Thunder Spirit,