And so, something that had never happened since the Reincarnation World's birth came to pass.
Over a thousand people, all different in appearance and strength, joined forces in a hunt, utterly unafraid of death.
The middle-aged man with the square face, surrounded by these clones, was stunned by the sight.
As far as he knew, "cooperation" should never have existed in this world steeped in chaos and slaughter.
But he was, after all, a powerful figure who had risen through slaughter, and he soon realized something.
Casually crushing two attackers in their forties or fifties in level, the middle-aged man stuffed their flesh into his mouth and savored it.
Then his eyes flashed.
"They really are all the same person."
"So many clones!"
Shock was plain in the middle-aged man's eyes. He immediately made up his mind to stop tangling with these clones.
His body burst apart with a boom, instantly turning into countless wisps of black vapor that fled in every direction.
To his mind, his opponent's strength was unknown. If he kept fighting, he might really be bitten to death.
But if he devoted himself entirely to fleeing, these low-level clones could never stop him.
Just as he had predicted, although the clones surrounding him tried their utmost to intercept him, they could do nothing against an escape technique that split him into countless forms.
This escape technique was the foundation of his survival. Its extraordinary ability to preserve his life had played an indispensable role in bringing his cultivation this far.
As long as even a single wisp of black vapor escaped, he could reappear at full strength.
"Though I'll have to pay a small price, at least I can shake off these annoying ants-"
Only after flying across well over half the world, when he felt