Soul Nine led the others past the spot where Jiang Hai had released two Cicada Slough Clones in succession. He paused briefly, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. Someone asked, "Soul Nine, what's wrong?"
"They split up again!" Soul Nine said.
"Then what are we waiting for? Chase them southwest! That little rat really knows how to run. Once I catch him, I'll make him beg for a life he can't have and a death he can't find," the man said bluntly.
"Thirty-One, don't disturb Soul Nine. Soul Nine, is something wrong?" a tall man in black asked.
"This time, their auras are a little stronger. Both directions carry an icy aura, the real mixed with the false. They might not have gone southwest again," Soul Nine said.
Thirteen considered this as well, then said, "Maybe they deliberately led us to that conclusion. A cloning soul skill can't be used too often. Six times might already be their limit, and they can't have gone far. How about this? We split up too. Take Twenty-Four and Thirty-One southwest. I'll take Nineteen, Forty-Nine, and Fifty-Three northwest. Once we find their real bodies, fight if we can. If we can't, we still have to keep them tied down. We can't let them keep making clones like this."
"All right!" Soul Nine nodded and called out, "Twenty-Four, Thirty-One, come with me!"
Two figures stepped forward and followed Soul Nine swiftly southwest, while the remaining four headed northwest.
"Something's up!"
Before long, Soul Nine gave a low shout. An icy figure stood motionless before them, hands clasped behind his back.
The figure was lifelike, yet held not a trace of vitality.
"It's an ice sculpture. Were we tricked?" Twenty-Four went forward to examine it, then reported back in fury.
"Should we go meet up with Thirteen