Kamizumi City, ruins of the frontline command headquarters plaza.
Half of a blue Susanoo stood towering like an absolute, insurmountable bulwark, firmly protecting Mo Shiyu, Zhao Wenguo, and the few others within.
The combined strike from the three world-class BOSSes earlier had failed to shake it in the slightest, merely causing the energy ripples across Susanoo's surface to surge more violently.
Taotie's enormous maw rumbled as its crimson tongue licked across its lips. "It blocked that. Looks like it's worth eating."
The shadows around Abyssal Whisper writhed as chaotic howls rang out:
"To withstand the combined strike of the three of us, ordinary SSRs cannot do so this easily."
Void Weaver's phantom limbs danced once more, attempting to dismantle Susanoo from other spatial layers.
Yet it felt as though its spatial cuts had struck the hardest diamond, unable to advance an inch.
Xia Yuan's Madara clone glanced at Mo Shiyu, Zhao Wenguo, and the others behind him before saying arrogantly:
"It is a little restrictive fighting alone. Then let's try adding one more."
As soon as he spoke.
Xia Yuan formed a hand seal with one hand.
Mo Shiyu and the others watched in shock as a piece of wood suddenly emerged from his body. The wood gradually transformed into the appearance of a Madara clone, splitting off to form a second Madara clone!
He leaped out and positioned himself at the very front. Rolling his shoulders, he said casually:
"Mm, that's more like it."
"Leave one behind to protect them, and I can fight wholeheartedly."
The tavern owner's mouth twitched slightly when he saw him create another clone. "Just how many clones does he have? Aren't two already trapped behind the time barrier?"
Taotie snorted. "Mere clones think they can fight us? You're underestimating us too much."
Xia Yuan's