The Limit of Replication, Half a Heart

"What the hell is this thing?" Lin Rui was shocked and furious.

The counterfeit "Lin Rui" before him was not only as strong as he was, but could also produce supernatural items identical to his every time.

This replication ability made him feel an extreme sense of danger.

The burly man and Delicate Man, who were fighting nearby, had run into the same problem.

"These Vicious Ghosts can imitate our abilities, and there's almost no difference." Delicate Man spoke in a deep voice.

Damaged items were scattered all around his feet.

There were broken Silk Threads, shattered Paper Flowers, incomplete scarecrows, damaged Dharma eggs... These were all ordinary items with no supernatural effects of their own. But in his hands, they could serve as mediums for casting curses.

Unfortunately, after a series of curses were unleashed, they could not kill the "self" on the other side at all.

Because the opponent could also cast curses to counter them!

And their power was exactly the same.

"I originally thought they had to use the same abilities and movements as us, so I wanted us to both suffer losses..." The burly man was covered in blood, and the muscles on his body had already withered considerably.

He panted heavily as he grabbed the "self" opposite him, while the opponent likewise gripped his throat using the same method.

"But if they realize it's a killing move, they'll dodge instead. They don't mechanically imitate our movements..."

Crack—

Crack—

Sounds like bursting beans came from the necks of the two "burly men."

But in the next moment.

Strips of writhing matter began to gather beneath their skin, surging madly toward their necks and making their already thick necks almost as wide as their heads.

The sound of breaking bones also came to an abrupt stop.