A Duel Against Himself

Above the temple ruins, space seemed to have been cleaved in two, with two mirror-like scenes of destruction unfolding at once.

The Great Light Manifestation illuminated the dust. At either end of the temple, two nearly identical gigantic ring arrays composed of tens of thousands of Rune Artifacts spun madly in the air, pouring down a rainstorm of energy barrages.

Dark-golden Li-Fire Extinction Divine Light crisscrossed and pierced through the confined space. Every collision triggered localized elemental annihilation and the wail of space itself.

Silver spatial cracks and distorted force fields flashed from time to time, only to cancel one another out with teeth-grating tearing sounds.

On the battlefield below, two nearly identical Black Giant Legions radiating bone-piercing cold collided like two torrents of black metal, tearing into each other in the most primitive and brutal manner.

Claws collided with bodies, time-acceleration fields interfered with one another, and the powers of devouring and self-healing turned the battle into a tug-of-war of energy expenditure.

Benjamin floated in midair, his wizard robe damaged in several places, his breathing slightly hurried, a trace of unwiped blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He controlled the Great Light Manifestation to lay down suppressive fire while dividing his attention to command the Black Giants, yet his eagle-sharp gaze remained locked onto the "himself" opposite him.

He was at a slight disadvantage.

That was an undeniable fact.

That opening sneak attack with the Li-Fire Extinction Divine Light had been narrowly neutralized through Light Transformation, but it had consumed a great deal of Spiritual Power and mental energy, throwing off his rhythm as well.

Meanwhile, the other side—the clone—had entered in peak condition. Every strike was precise and ruthless, carrying killing intent born from the same source as his own.

He had to find a way