The delight on the Justice Enforcer's face froze completely, replaced by bewilderment.
He stared fixedly at the Gilgamesh clone that had appeared out of thin air, yet the clone emanated an even more terrifying pressure than the original.
The magnificent golden armor gleamed with a cold luster beneath the gloomy skies of the Imperial Capital.
At that moment, crimson blood energy began steaming off the clone's body.
Its density and violence far surpassed the heavenly phenomena caused when Xia Yuan himself had opened the Gate of Death!
"H-How is this possible?!"
For the first time, the Justice Enforcer's voice trembled.
He had thought that Xia Yuan's decision to use only one clone was an once-in-a-lifetime chance to escape.
But the soul-crushing pressure this clone brought the instant that crimson blood energy rose around him...
Was no weaker than that of the five wood clones opening the Gate of Death at once!
Why?!
What he did not know was that the moment Xia Yuan made this decision, the answer had already flashed through his mind.
It was simple. Just two words: physique.
Gilgamesh, though he was often humiliated in various stories and mocked as a man who only cried eighteen times in his life...
Some even commented that Gilgamesh was basically a fraud and ought to sit at the same table as Satoru Gojo.
But he was still a genuine demigod, existing on an entirely different level of life from ordinary humans!
When humans opened the Eight Gates, they burned their lives and squeezed out their potential. Like forging ordinary iron, there was ultimately a limit.
But when a demigod physique bore this forbidden technique, it was like divine fire sweeping across the plains!
The furnace for ordinary iron and the furnace for gods forged powers that were worlds apart!
BOOM!!!