"Pop~"
With a soft pop as a bubble burst, a tree behind Divine Chariot Pillar crumbled into powder.
Every hair on Divine Chariot Pillar's body stood on end. That was close.
He had nearly been written off.
This godforsaken place in the Western Regions was far too dangerous.
Turning his head, he saw that the one sticking out a leg was Wei Wu, who reminded him, "You can watch, but don't get so absorbed you freeze up."
Divine Chariot Pillar nodded helplessly and hurriedly crawled back beneath the wall.
Copying their manner, he poked his head out for a glance, then quickly pulled it back.
When it came to this motion, Wang Tie Zhu performed it with the most lifelike flair.
Head out, head in, head out, head in... all kinds of head poking, all kinds of head pulling.
"Poke... poke... pokey pokey poke..."
Within the city, Qin He shifted through the Clone Technique. The Soul-Capturing Lamp in his hand and all kinds of Corpse Suppressing Nails flew through the air.
The not-so-large city was filled with Qin He's clones, some real and some false, more numerous than the Supernatural Creatures themselves.
And several of them ganged up on each one.
The phantom clones flickered between illusion and reality, impossible to distinguish as true or false.
The Supernatural Creatures attacked madly, striking clone after clone and making them vanish.
Yet however many disappeared, he could replenish that many. Their numbers did not diminish; they only grew greater and greater.
Most infuriating of all, every single clone possessed offensive power.
Among the countless Qin Hes, only one was the true body.
This was an existence even more unreasonable than the supernatural itself.
One Supernatural Creature after another fell, dissolving into nothingness.
The time was neither long nor short—roughly the time