Ye Qing's two clones kept up this Left-Right Mutual Combat for nearly an entire year.
There was no helping it. Ye Qing himself simply could not spare the time to end this thoroughly satisfying feast of chive harvesting, so he could only let the two clones keep harvesting.
Besides, after one crop of chives was cut, another grew back. There was no end to the harvest, absolutely no end, so Ye Qing let the two of them carry on. Over that year, the total population of the Douluo Continent fell by five percent, and the lofty Soul Master overlords lived in constant terror.
They feared that the Evil Nightmare Killing God, that fiend star, would come knocking and turn them into little loaves of bread in minutes.
That was right-it was all the notorious Evil Nightmare Killing God!
This whole affair could be summed up as, "My clone did it, not me. You want to arrest the Evil Nightmare Killing God? What does that have to do with me, Ye Qing?"
The Douluo Continent might have been vast and sparsely populated, and the Evil Nightmare Clone might have killed only five percent of its people, but the Four Great Empires had a combined population of well over a billion, perhaps two billion. Even just five percent of the total came to roughly a hundred million or more.
Fortunately, the Evil Nightmare Clone was operating on autopilot, and Ye Qing had no intention of keeping his memories after taking the clone back. Otherwise, the memories of slaughtering hundreds of millions might really have turned him into a killing god on the spot.
As for those who had died, Ye Qing could only thank them for their contribution toward his overthrow of Tang San.
At worst, they could come seek revenge on