The Third Clone and the Prison King

The three Purple Fragrance Race members were plant-type special lifeforms; their throats were not fatal weak points at all.

Yet, as special lifeforms, they knew full well that being forced into such a state by a human meant they had already lost.

Bai Yang's sword light turned chilling, invisible sword qi striking at every inch of their bodies.

Relying on their superior genetic level, the Purple Fragrance Race's physiques should originally have been able to ignore such attacks.

But their instinctive evasions instead brought immense trouble upon themselves.

Bai Yang's gaze was blazing. In an instant, he discerned the differences in strength among the three from their movements and reactions after that strike.

At once, he spun sharply, single...