Little Brat, I Have to Thank You

Even if the chances were slim, or there was only the faintest stroke of luck.

To reclaim the advantage called "time," all Netero could do now was keep attacking the Eye of Vision without pause.

As he attacked the Eye of Vision, Netero noticed Piyon running toward the square, as well as the large number of Shadow Clones behind her.

Netero immediately stopped attacking the Eye of Vision and instead controlled the 100-Type Guanyin to help Piyon out of her predicament.

Palm shadows clustered like stars descended behind Piyon, sending out powerful shockwaves visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the Shadow Clone formation was torn open by the 100-Type Guanyin, leaving several massive gaps as the entire formation was smashed into disarray.

The terror of the 100-Type Guanyin in group battles was displayed once again.

Piyon seized the chance to reach Netero's side.

"Chairman!"

She let out a long breath, then stared intently at Netero and quickly asked the question she cared about most. "Can that thing up there be dealt with?"

"Hard to say."

Netero's answer was ambiguous.

As he spoke, he directed the 100-Type Guanyin to wipe out the hundred-plus Shadow Clones pursuing Piyon.

Piyon looked at the Shadow Clones, which had turned into countless ink droplets in an instant, and silently marveled at Chairman Netero's strength.

But she also knew that the Shadow Clones Netero had crushed would reappear before them soon enough.

The only feasible option now was to break the ability of that floating eye.

"Ha, haha... cough, cough."

At that moment, a cold laugh mixed with coughing came from the other side of the square.

Netero and Piyon looked toward the sound.

Defo, who had been sent flying by a single palm strike from the 100-Type Guanyin not long