As streaks of white light flashed, female dragons were teleported away, appearing near the male dragon.
"It's a real male dragon, not some fake created by the King of Abilities."
At the sight of the male dragon, the female dragons became wildly excited and immediately pounced on him. The male dragon wore a bitter expression, yet had no choice but to use his Ability to welcome their arrival.
What was the male dragon's Ability? Simple. One male dragon after another walked out of his body, each one going to meet an onrushing female dragon.
That was right. The male dragon's Ability was the Cloning Ability. He could create up to a hundred clones, but the more clones he made, the weaker they became. If he created a hundred, each would possess only one percent of his combat strength.
Andrew had chosen this male dragon precisely because of his Ability. How could one male dragon possibly be enough? A hundred would barely do.
If the male dragon could comprehend the Cloning Rule, then one day, he truly could satisfy the entire Dragon Clan by himself and become the King of Dragons.
What? Why hadn't the male dragon used his Ability before to satisfy the other female dragons?
Because this was the Cloning Ability, not the Shadow Clone Technique. Once the clones vanished, their memories would not return to him. In other words, he would be doing pure labor with none of the enjoyment.
Before, it had not been work, but pleasure. Of course the male dragon would not use his Ability. As for now, this really was work. The kind that risked his life.
"If I'd known earlier..."
The male dragon sighed mournfully. If heaven gave him another chance, then he would definitely... uh, continue down the same path.
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