Meng Chuan was no match for a Quasi-Immortal Emperor's Clone, either.
But compared to facing a Quasi-Immortal Emperor in person, this left far more room to maneuver!
The Undying Netherworld Emperor had never possessed a Clone technique. Techniques of that level were exceedingly rare.
No one knew what opportunity had given him a Clone, but the fact that it still followed the paths of flame and death offered some clues.
How could a Clone possess its original self's full strength? At least there was hope, however faint.
"I sense no fear in you," the Undying Netherworld Emperor said, looking at Meng Chuan.
"Are you relying on your Clone technique, convinced you can't truly die?"
The tension in Meng Chuan's chest finally eased. The Undying Netherworld Emperor's arrival with a Quasi-Immortal Emperor's might had shaken him.
Now that he knew this was only a Clone, and remembered that the Undying Netherworld Emperor could not truly kill him, Meng Chuan felt at peace with it.
So what if he was a Quasi-Immortal Emperor?
The Undying Netherworld Emperor shook his head and swept up a hand. Space shattered inch by inch, crumbling to dust. The destruction spread from where they stood across the entire Human Realm.
And just like that, the Human Realm that had nurtured Han Li was destroyed with a wave of the Undying Netherworld Emperor's hand.
"I can't kill you, Dao Shi. I may not be able to truly kill Han Li beside you, either. If you've left a means of Resurrection in another world, there's nothing I can do about it."
The Undying Netherworld Emperor laughed, his smile unrestrained and wicked. "But I can destroy this world. I know you don't care whether it survives or perishes, Han Li."
"But even if you can achieve Resurrection in another world,