A Mahayana cultivator's self-detonation was devastating. Ye Tianlong was covered in dust, his robes in tatters and barely covering him. He looked utterly wretched.
Shi Yue was completely unharmed. With the Lightning Spirit protecting him, he was perfectly fine.
"Mo Yunzi is dead just like that? No way!" Ye Tianlong exclaimed in surprise.
"It probably wasn't Mo Yunzi himself," Shi Yue said gravely, his immense spiritual sense swiftly sweeping across the area.
He didn't believe Mo Yunzi could be destroyed so easily. It was most likely a clone or an incarnation.
Clones and incarnations were different. A clone was an independent individual that could cultivate on its own, had its own consciousness, and possessed an independent Primordial Spirit and Nascent Soul. An incarnation was merely a more advanced puppet, capable of only a limited number of things.
Ye Tianlong also released his spiritual sense to search for Mo Yunzi.
"He really is gone. Looks like you were right. That wasn't Mo Yunzi, just a clone of his." Ye Tianlong sounded somewhat disappointed.
If it had really been Mo Yunzi, that would have been great. Once they killed him, they could launch a counterattack at once.
Shi Yue gave a soft snort and reached out toward the void with his right hand. A patch of space rippled, and a hazy azure giant hand appeared out of nowhere, striking toward the void.
A streak of dark light flashed in the void and shot toward the distant horizon.
"Trying to leave? You're staying right here!" Ye Tianlong roared, his voice shaking the sky.
The void trembled and warped, as though it were about to rip apart.
At that moment, the dark light abruptly exploded and vanished without a trace.
To keep their secrets safe, Tian Mozi had self-detonated both his physical body and