This is never going to end! Are your clones actually chives? Yu Lian bared his teeth.
He didn't even need to use his spiritual senses to tell that these clones had been carefully calibrated and cultivated through alchemy. They were the kind that could support power beyond the sixth ring. According to Yani, each one cost nearly as much as an alchemical artifact, so there was no such thing as mass-producing them with any real efficiency.
Yet even with something this expensive, the man had brought out more than a dozen at once. Yu Lian couldn't think of many things more wasteful. With that kind of money, couldn't he at least buy the country kids in some remote star sector a nutritious lunch?
By now, the clones—unharmed, grim-faced, and radiating psychic pressure—had begun to gather around them, looking ready to use their numbers to bully the two of them.
But Yu Lian and the Knight Commander remained calm. Neither felt particularly threatened. As experienced psychics, they both knew that, at the end of the day, the so-called art of creating an external avatar relied on the original body's mental control. These dozen or so clones were all powerful, but they were less a knockoff "Duke of the Past" than his weapons.
And right now, the original was being attacked from both sides by Yu Lian and the Knight Commander. His body had already suffered grievous injuries, and simply staying alive was difficult enough. How much control could he still have over his clones?
Yu Lian raised the disintegration flare of his atomlight spear again and swept it across the force-field armor covering his opponent. It was only energy striking energy, yet he felt an intense recoil that made the web of his hand throb with pain.
But his power had