In just a few short minutes, the gray ocean had shrunk by nearly half.
But even as the clones were blown apart, they remained expressionless, never making a sound.
If the sounds of the explosions were muted, turning it into a silent film, the scene would have been even more shocking.
Clones flew through the air, severed limbs scattering everywhere.
Amid the flames of the explosions, Judge and Peclo had no time to be afraid as they fled desperately.
By the time Judge came to his senses, only a scattered handful of his clone army remained.
And the reason he and Peclo had survived this long was not that they had dodged particularly well, but that Randall had deliberately spared them.
Judge's expression was blank. A trickle of snot ran from his nose, nearly reaching his lips, yet he did not react.
Everything that had happened before his eyes was simply too absurd.
He could not accept it. He refused to accept it.
That was the culmination of years of painstaking work! In this brief span of time, it had all been blown up like a string of firecrackers.
And what made it even harder to accept was that the perpetrator was just one man!
Randall stood calmly amid the smoke filling the air, as though he were merely a spectator.
"No, my clone army! You damned Marine! How—how dare you?!"
Judge glared at Randall with bloodshot eyes.
He actually raised his spear, preparing to charge at Randall.
Randall arched an eyebrow and said in surprise,
"Judge, I underestimated you. You actually still have the courage to attack me.
"Anyone normal would have run by now.
"Not that you could escape."
Only upon hearing those words did Judge's reason gradually return.
He remembered that the man before him had single-handedly