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Pitch-black magic continuously surged forth. The person beneath the umbrella held the strange umbrella as countless shadow thorns spread out and charged toward Lin Fan.

"Though it's a Time Clone and can be dismissed at any time, I don't mind finding out just how strong I am now—testing how strong the Crimson Snake is." The crimson tattoos on Lin Fan's body radiated scorching heat. Large amounts of blood began to seep out, and the heat of life started to pulse.

Black and crimson clashed. Neither side held a clear advantage. The Shadow Umbrella wielded by the person beneath the umbrella was an illusory object from the future and also had to protect him, putting it at a relative disadvantage. Meanwhile, Lin Fan's Crimson Snake had yet to fully mature, and he himself was currently a Time Clone. Most importantly, his combat experience was pitifully scarce—practically nonexistent.

Though it could be called a battle, it was really nothing more than a contest of raw power. The person beneath the umbrella did not dare attack freely at all. He was merely a remnant of time; once discovered by the timeline, being erased into nothingness would be his only fate.

"Damn it!" As the person beneath the umbrella considered what to do next, he saw the crimson flames disperse. The Time Clone had already vanished. Just as Lin Fan had said, he had only wanted to test his own strength. Once he had done so, he left. After all, this was the past. If he accidentally caused too great a disturbance, the backlash of time would turn even him into an idiot.

"That's fine. I still have a chance, I still have a chance..." The knuckles gripping the Shadow Umbrella turned white as the person beneath it kept muttering encouragement to himself. He