Qin He nodded without another word. His gaze swept over the surroundings as he pretended to wander about and look around, slowly moving away from the other four.
After reaching a blind spot and waiting for another burst of Gale Wind to draw the four men's attention—
With a sweep of his wide sleeve, twenty "Qin Hes" immediately grinned and surged in layers toward the depths of the mountains.
Clone Technique!
The Black Wind Mountains were undoubtedly dangerous, even for Qin He.
But Qin He could not possibly have entered merely to take a look. Though the array patterns were invisible, that did not mean there was no way to deal with them.
Using the Clone Technique to scout ahead could not have been more suitable. After all, clones only required mana to form and would not cause any tangible loss.
In truth, Qin He had another technique he could use: the Bean Soldier Technique.
However, this technique required spirit-material "beans" to cast. He could not simply scatter a handful of soybeans and call it a day.
Qin He had always preferred lying down over standing. To this day, he had not refined a single bean, so naturally, he had no way to use it.
What followed was a period of waiting. As time ticked by, Qin He's brows gradually furrowed.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, all twenty clones had been wiped out after scouting only five hundred paces.
This uncharted "raw ground" was indeed perilous beyond measure.
Of the twenty clones, sixteen had wandered into killing arrays and been destroyed. Three had entered trapping arrays, lost their connection to the main body, and dispersed on their own.
One more had vanished outright.
It had likely stumbled into a shifting array—a Teleportation Array pattern—and