The Counterattack of the Replicas, the Pragmatic Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader

The Chat Group had already given a heads-up that Ming Yanwei's access to the Main God Space, except for communication, would be restricted.

However, the previous scene was already completely imprinted in Ming Yanwei's mind, so no special permissions were needed. Uploading the images from her memory was enough, and there was no need to worry about disturbing the main god.

At this moment, Ming Yanwei lay on the bed, seemingly asleep.

In the void unknown to her, the mechanical voice of the supreme god echoed intermittently.

"Ming Yanwei, evaluates extraordinary potential, begin replication."

The copying process reaches 10%, 40%, 80%, and 99%. An error occurs during copying, resulting in a unique gap in the copy's memory, making it unable to continue reading the reincarnated individual's memories. Minor memory fragmentation occurs, and the copy cannot adapt to the special power within the body, leading to a fatal error.

Emergency privileges are triggered, and the system begins modifying the clone's memories, creating entirely new memories to fill the gaps.

The dark-oriented modification process has begun. During the memory modification, the clone's stress response has slowed down, and a special mutation has occurred in the violent energy within its body. The cause of the mutation cannot be found, and the direction of its development cannot be determined. Therefore, the modification of the clone's energy mutation is abandoned, and it is left to mutate automatically.

The clone's vital signs have stabilized; clone creation successful. Deployment commences; target: the Devil Team.

Predator Lifetime.

A dozen or so people appeared out of nowhere in the dense forest, as if they were meant to be there, without the slightest incongruity.

After a brief silence, several tall white men stood up.

A middle-aged white man with long scars on his face looked at the newlyweds who were still sleeping on the ground, a sinister smile on his face.

"Boss, thirteen people," a long-haired white man said with a smile.

"Haha, quite a few newcomers have arrived. Looks like we're going to have some fun. Let me see what kind of newcomers they are. Oh, there's even a beautiful woman here."

Upon hearing this, the others all turned to look.

But there lay a beautiful woman, dressed in a sexy white, high-slit dress with a cinched waist, lying quietly on the ground. Her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her fair skin was even more exquisite than jade. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed on her beautiful face, as if she were having a bad dream.

Upon seeing this, everyone was stunned.

So beautiful!

Even though they were white and felt no difference to most Easterners, they had to admit that the Eastern woman before them possessed a beauty that transcended the ordinary and transcended race.

"Fuck, we've hit the jackpot this time. Tsk tsk, such a beautiful woman, I can't bear to kill her." The long-haired man's face resembled that of a jackal, his triangular eyes flashing with ferocity and cunning.

While the group was talking, the others also woke up one after another.

Some people fawned over her, some looked at Ming Yanwei with pity, and many more seemed bewildered, as if they hadn't adapted to the environment.

A man who resembled Zheng Zha but had a sinister and cold expression silently stepped aside, his eyes flashing with a chilling light as he lowered his eyelids. However, the white men who were already attracted by the clone of Ming Yanwei were completely unaware of the change in the clone Zheng Zha's expression.

The clone of Chu Xuan surveyed his surroundings, his eyelids lowered as he fell into deep thought. The rest of the situation did not interest him.

Ming Yanwei lay on the damp, cold ground, and was transported back to that day, that unforgettable day.

Her childhood sweetheart boyfriend ran away at the most dangerous moment, leaving her alone to face a dozen or so terrifying and evil thugs.

Ming Yanwei will never forget that day, the day she was wantonly humiliated and treated like an animal.

She didn't know how she escaped, nor how she survived such horrific torture. It seemed she had deliberately forgotten something, or perhaps some unknown changes had occurred within her, Clone Ming Yanwei was unaware of.

Sometimes, the face of a strange man would appear in her mind.

It was blurry, indistinct, and all that could be vaguely seen was the corner of his mouth with a carefree smile, but whenever one tried to see everything about him, they couldn't help but feel a splitting headache.

Ming Yanwei had mixed feelings about this man she had absolutely no memory of.

There was gratitude, fear, but even more so, respect and joy.

Ming Yanwei didn't know why she had such complicated feelings for a complete stranger, a man whose face she couldn't even remember. But she knew that this man was closely related to her, perhaps even to her escape from the nightmare.

Who exactly is he?

"Hmm."

Ming Yanwei woke up from her coma with a sense of confusion.

She had just opened her eyes when she saw the face of a sinister white Western man. His menacing triangular eyes reminded her of a wolf, a lone wolf that preys on its prey.

"Ah."

Ming Yanwei was startled by the sudden appearance of the white man. Her face paled, and she let out a scream while quickly retreating.

"Haha, yell, yell louder!"

Several white men surrounded her, all staring intently at the terrified Ming Yanwei with excitement. They loved seeing their prey struggling and fearful; it excited them more.

Ming Yanwei stared in horror at the men with their ferocious expressions, her eyes somewhat dazed.

The scene before her suddenly overlapped with the images that had replayed countless times in her mind. The pain that had repeatedly woken her from her dreams, the despair that had repeatedly woken her from her dreams, surged into her heart once again.

In that instant, Ming Yanwei's heart was filled with endless hatred.

She hated her boyfriend who abandoned her, hated the bastards who tormented and humiliated her, and hated even more the white bastards in front of her who were plunging her back into nightmares.

Instantly, boundless rage ignited a special switch.

Like a volcanic eruption!

A crimson-black light enveloped Ming Yanwei!

She floated up from the filthy ground, wisps of black smoke swirling around her like clouds, her gray-black aura billowing out like a venomous snake tearing through the void.

Her once charming face was now only filled with endless coldness. Her crimson eyes flickered slightly, within which an endless sea of blood churned, sending chills down one's spine.

At that moment, she resembled a witch from hell.

A terrifying atmosphere permeated the entire area, making everyone feel as if a heavy boulder was pressing down on their hearts!

Especially those who were at the forefront, it was as if they were carrying a towering mountain on their backs.

When Ming Yanwei's bloodshot eyes suddenly looked down, the group felt as if they had been struck by an invisible blow to the brain, as if they had been hit by a speeding car, and they couldn't help but let out a shrill wail.

"No, no, mid-stage fourth tier, Light of the Mind Stone? Impossible! You're just a newbie!"

Scarface clutched his head, which seemed about to split open, his face contorted in terror as he screamed.

"Die!"

Ming Yanwei's gaze was lifeless and unmoved, and she spoke in a cold, low voice.

As she finished speaking, the black mist surrounding her resembled a vengeful spirit ready to devour its prey, or an abyss that swallowed everything. The group was enveloped in the black fog, from which came a series of shrill, mournful howls.

Soon, the mist dissipated, leaving only a few pale skeletons standing in place.

quiet.

The scene was deathly silent.

Both the clones of Zheng Zha and Chu Xuan looked at Ming Yanwei at the same time, their eyes flashing with a strange light.

Ming Yanwei remained indifferent. Upon breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, she successfully absorbed the information transmitted by the Main God Space and understood her own situation.

Copy!

Am I just a copy?

But who is that man? Why can't I find any memories of him, yet I can't forget him?

Main body, Central Continent Team!

I will find you, I will find the answer I'm looking for!

The Clone Ming Yanwei, had blood-red eyes that were both deep and terrifying!

Her bare, jade-like feet trod through the void as she coldly surveyed the crowd, calmly stating, "From this moment on, I am the captain of the Devil Team. Anyone have objections? If so, then die."

Everyone remained silent, their hearts filled with bitterness.

Opinion?

Who dares to voice their opinions?

And those comments about "if you have it, just die" are going too far!

Zheng Zha and Chu Xuan exchanged a glance and silently lowered their heads.

This witch is not someone to mess with.

At this moment, Ming Yanwei, who was still with the Central Continent Team, was completely unaware that her clone had already broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm before her original body and had launched a Carnage against the Devil Team's breeders, activating her Queen Mode.

She uploaded the images from her memory to the Chat Group, successfully creating a new Chat Group Chronicles branch.

Ming Yanwei successfully created a new Chronicles record.

When everyone heard the notification sound, they curiously began to silently recite the Chat Group's Chronicles.

A few minutes later, everyone returned.

The Invincible Urchin Gu Santong: "A wisp of power can cleave stars, a faint breath can annihilate a world. The group leader's aura is overwhelming, we can't afford to mess with him, we can't afford to mess with him, the group leader is mighty!"

Angel Yan: "A wisp of power can cleave stars, a faint aura can annihilate worlds. The group owner's aura is overwhelming, we can't afford to mess with him, we can't afford to mess with him, the group owner is mighty."

Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader: "Can't afford to offend him, add one!"

After watching the video uploaded by Ming Yanwei, Li Hao finally understood why she had said those things.

He looked at everyone's words, somewhat speechless and embarrassed.

Omniscient Li: "You can't blame me for this! Who knew your mission world would be so weak!"

Upon hearing this, Ming Yanwei remained silent.

I'm sorry, group admin, I was wrong. We're too weak and caused you trouble.

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Little Fairy Yan Lingji: "Ah, the Big Brother Group Leader's aura has injured me! My eyes, my liver, I can't take it anymore! I need the Big Brother Group Leader's kiss to get up."

(*╯3╰), I won't get up unless I get a kiss.

Tony Stark: "Thank you so much, group leader, for sparing my life. I'm also grateful that you didn't destroy Earth last time you came. I'm extremely grateful."

Li Hao's lips twitched slightly.

You've gone too far!

And Little Yan Lingji, you've gone bad too! What happened to being the Big Brother Group Leader's sweet little cotton-padded jacket?

Knowing he was in the wrong, Li Hao could only change the subject.

Omniscient Li: "@Master Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader, the Master hasn't been active in the group chat for a while, he's been quite busy."

Little Fairy Yan Lingji: "Waaah, Brother Moon Worshipper, look here! I haven't seen Brother Moon Worshipper in so long!"

The Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader: "Since receiving guidance from the group leader and the advanced information from the group, I've been busy implementing livelihood projects. Now the second five-year plan is on track, and I'm discussing the details with my darling daughter."

Everyone was stunned!

Holy crap, the Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader actually did so much without making a sound?

The second five-year plan is already on track, so doesn't that mean at least five or six years, maybe even seven or eight, have passed since the Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader?

Etc!

If seven or eight years have passed since the time of the Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader, doesn't that mean the start of the Legend of Sword of Immortals storyline is not far off?

Li Hao's pupils constricted slightly, showing his utter surprise.

He hadn't expected that such a big change would have occurred in the world of Sword of Immortals while he hadn't been paying attention to the issue of the Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader for a while.

And there's the second five-year plan!

Li Hao couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly when he thought of the Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader's past goals, while at the same time feeling extremely curious.

After years of working diligently behind the scenes, how much has the Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader actually changed?