"Phew—"
The Clone collapsed onto the ground, clutching three clusters of Nirvana Divine Source and the dark red Scale.
He was a wreck. Though he had survived the lethal attack, the shockwave had damaged his Divine Body, and the poisonous fog had nearly eaten his right arm down to the bone.
But it had been worth it.
After tossing the Nirvana Divine Source and the Scale to his original body, the Clone smiled in relief.
Damn it.
It's finally over.
Bang!
The Clone dissolved on his own.
Outside the door, everyone erupted in cheers!
"Holy shit!!!"
Xia Zhiqiu was the first to rush over.
"A'Su! You cleared it with Seven Lives! That move of yours belongs in a textbook!"
Zhang Xuan pushed up his glasses, admiration shining in his eyes behind the lenses.
"By my calculations, the force the Clone withstood in that instant was equivalent to a combined strike from three Peak Demon Kings. Surviving it was nothing short of... a miracle."
"That was incredible!"
"I thought we were done for. I never imagined we'd pull it off!"
Amid the cheers, only Xiao Qiyue looked at Su Ye with worry, her eyes full of heartache.
Creating seven high-intensity clones in a row had to have taken a heavy toll on his original body.
Su Ye gently squeezed Xiao Qiyue's hand to show her he was fine.
Then he looked down at their haul.
Each of the three clusters of Nirvana Divine Source was the size of a fist. Their hazy glow was warm and sacred, and liquid fire seemed to flow within them.
Holding one, he could feel its immense vitality and a sense of Nirvana Intent: destruction followed by rebirth.
They were unquestionably top-grade treasures.
As for the dark red Scale...
Su Ye picked it up. It felt