Wu Tianhao: "."
Gazing at the duplicate who looked exactly the same and even carried the exact same aura, Wu Tianhao fell silent once more.
He had no idea how this Shen Changchuan duplicate's combat strength compared to the original, but he was not blind.
He could plainly see that the figure calling himself a duplicate was holding another Nether Sect Demonic Cultivator at the peak of the Eighth Level of Out-of-Body Realm in his hand!
This sight
was absolutely terrifying to Wu Tianhao!
Because
it was not as though he knew nothing about techniques like duplicates.
But the problem was, as far as he knew, those duplicate techniques basically created copies condensed from mana.
Not only did such mana-condensed figures perhaps not even possess one percent of the original body's combat strength, they could not control combat at all.
They were basically tools for luring in the enemy.
Indeed, in many cases, they could not even lure the enemy properly and could only be used as disguises, fighting for that fleeting instant of opportunity when facing an opponent!
Compared to this "insignificant" little technique before him, which could act independently, pursue an enemy, and ultimately capture a Nether Sect Demonic Cultivator at the peak of the Eighth Level of Out-of-Body Realm, all those duplicate techniques stored in the Immortal Sects' Scripture Pavilions could be tossed straight into the rubbish heap!
Shen Changchuan waved a hand.
The duplicate in the distance flew over while carrying the short, fat Nether Sect Demonic Cultivator, then, with another wave, its figure silently dissipated.
The short, fat Nether Sect Demonic Cultivator fell to the ground.
It really had been a duplicate split off from him!
Wu Tianhao could only nod woodenly.
This guy
was practically an immortal!
Perhaps even beings of the Spirit Wandering