Elder Jiang Xinyuan of Pixiang Hall

This sudden appearance of a group of Central Continent cultivators had indeed left everyone deeply shaken.

When thousands of mechanical avatars charged into the battlefield, the sight was truly spectacular.

The cultivators on Yanluo Hall's side were especially dumbfounded, because weren't most of these mechanical avatars using their ghost-type divine abilities?

Not only were they using their abilities, they were clearly using them better. The one with the most distinctive metallic sheen, in particular, understood those abilities as if it were one of their own.

"They've gotta be one of us!"

Soul Chaser muttered to himself inside the avatar as he kept it dodging, weaving ghost-type divine abilities into its movements from time to time and keeping the Heavenly Dao Sect cultivators scrambling.

Ever since Mo Xiuwen found out his clone was stable, obedient, and willing to die, he'd been calling on him for every dangerous job.

Damn it.

Who was going to speak up for clones?

The most ridiculous part was that he, a clone, really was willing to die.

Damn that bastard Soul Split, practicing his cultivation techniques all wrong.

Soul Chaser kept muttering to himself. "If I get knocked out in a bit, I'd better die fast and clean."

After all, Soul Split's hard-earned lessons were right there for him to see. He absolutely couldn't let his main body get dragged into this. As long as his main body was safe, he didn't count as dead. Next time he came out, he'd still be a hero.

"Mm, I'll have to talk to these Central Continent people in a bit... Forget it, I'll tell Hanyu. Remember to help gather my remains later... Bah! My soul!"

Yanluo Hall's damned formation was too disgusting. Otherwise, why would he worry about his split-off soul getting taken away?

It wouldn't cost him