Two figures, one gold and one black, faced each other from afar ten thousand meters in the air. Their terrifying divine power dyed the azure sky gold and black, the two colors constantly eating away at each other.
But to the various forces on the battlefield, the two figures seemed evenly matched.
"Evil Nightmare Killing God? What arrogance!" The Divine Clone's expression darkened as he sneered. "Evil cannot triumph over righteousness. Before me, you dare call yourself a killing god? You refused the open road to heaven and forced your way into a gateless hell!"
"Today, I shall carry out heaven's will and slay you here!"
"Ohoho~ I'm so scared~~~" The Evil Nightmare Clone immediately hugged himself, posing as though he were trembling, but everyone could hear the mockery and derision in his voice.
"Evil cannot triumph over righteousness? What grand, high-sounding words! Your hypocrisy is sickening. You make me want to puke, yet I can't even get it out!" The Evil Nightmare Clone made a show of retching, looking at the Divine Clone with contempt. "Weren't you just shouting about killing people yourself? You put on a skin and actually think you're some shining, noble figure?"
"I would be ashamed to stand among your kind!"
"..." Veins bulged into a cross on the Divine Clone's forehead as he transmitted through divine sense, "The original did tell us to put on an act, but if you keep making personal attacks, I'm going to lose it!"
"Shut up, you little hater! Bring that mouth of yours to court-it qualifies as a restricted weapon!"
The Evil Nightmare Clone's mouth twitched. How had he actually gotten worked up over the insults? Whatever they called each other, weren't they just their own left and right hands enthusiastically fighting? Did he have to take it