The moment they appeared, as long as they could distract the Ancient Image for even an instant, Jiang Shu would have a sliver of hope.
Of course, this approach was also a bit of a trick.
After all, the Ancient Image before him was only an image. It lacked the true intelligence of a Venerable.
Against a true Venerable, Jiang Shu could only travel between the Two Worlds.
And he would have to do it quickly.
After all, even a moment's hesitation might get him killed by the Venerable.
As the strength of the Venerables became ever clearer in his mind, Jiang Shu kept moving. A third clone instantly took shape in his hands.
This clone was the most unusual of all.
Compared to the clear forms of the first two, it appeared somewhat blurry.
But Jiang Shu had poured into it the last of the Heart of Space's power. He had gathered and fused the faint traces of sinister energy from this decaying space that had clung to Desolate Star Halberd and his body as he tore through space to escape.
Then he had infused it with a thread of an emotion so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet rooted deep in his soul: his shock and dread at the War God Catalog's manifestation.
This clone had no definite form. It was like a roiling mass of dark, uncanny mist, in which the shadows of a broken halberd, a scroll, and even mechanical patterns flickered and vanished.
It breathed out a soundless whisper, full of chaotic temptation and blasphemy, aimed straight at the most primal rage and greed in the image's faint intelligence.
The three clones shot out from behind the spatial barrier like arrows loosed from a bow, fleeing in three completely different directions.
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