As he said this, the killing intent on Zhan Li's face grew especially intense.
To Zhan Li, killing Lin Yi now was more important than leading Anxing's members to defeat the four Corpse Kings.
If they lost this battle, at most Zhan Li's prestige would suffer. People might only question whether he was fit to lead the organization and whether he was qualified to remain its highest leader.
But if what he had done were exposed, that would be a different matter.
He would become a hypocrite despised by everyone in the organization.
At that thought, Zhan Li wanted to use supporting Lin Yi as an excuse to find a chance to strike him down before he revealed any valuable information, silencing him forever.
But if he went in to provide support, how was he supposed to do it? And who was he supposed to support?
After roughly observing the battlefield, he found no fewer than three Lin Yis.
He could not tell which of the three was real. If he were genuinely there to provide support, it would not matter—real or fake, helping any one of them was still helping.
But he was not there to provide support. He was there to kill Lin Yi.
With the three clones in front of him, how was he supposed to choose?
And obviously, the kid's cloning skill could produce more than just three clones. Besides these three, there had to be other Lin Yis somewhere on the battlefield that he had yet to discover.
If he made a move, wouldn't his intentions be exposed?
At that thought, Zhan Li was at his wit's end, feeling uncomfortable all over yet utterly helpless.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thunderous impacts rang out across the battlefield.
The attacks from those mysterious big shots who had come