For the first time since his birth, Asimi faced a crisis of this magnitude.
Being pierced by the Godskin Stitcher was the least of his worries.
He could change his form and liquefy himself to withstand physical attacks.
But the Godskin Stitcher carried ghostflame. As a perfect one-to-one copy of Zhao Si, he knew all too well how terrifying ghostflame was.
As the culmination of the Eternal City's wisdom, he could indeed resist Glintstone Sorcery to a certain extent. That was also why being shot by the Glintstone Firearm had produced little apparent effect.
This was actually Asimi's first time copying someone else, and his first time fighting anyone. He could feel that Zhao Si, the original, was far more proficient than he was in every skill.
A copy was only a copy; it did not grant him knowledge of everything Zhao Si had experienced. Zhao Si's experiences since crossing over might have sounded rather uneventful, but he had been through no shortage of fierce battles.
Many of his fighting techniques had been honed through battle after battle, tested against all manner of monsters and fiends. They were ways to save his life at critical moments, and even helped him defeat his opponents.
These precious experiences and techniques were not things Asimi could simply copy at will. His approach to combat could not be copied.
Faced with this dangerous moment, Asimi still made use of his own intelligence. First, he summoned gravity to push Alecto away.
That way, the blade in his hand would not hurt her.
Alecto curled up on the ground and let Asimi push her, sliding off to the side and crashing into the wall.
By then, the Godskin Stitcher had already descended. Asimi hurriedly liquefied himself and dodged the fatal blow.
The liquefied Asimi spread across