"The thirteenth Istil..."
Yang Yi swallowed the thirteenth Ice Egg with an Istil frozen inside and sighed.
"After using it so many times, are these copies running a relay race?"
He joked, but he actually felt a surge of fear, realizing that these Scholars were far crazier than those lunatics from the Fire Worship Cult.
There was only one possible explanation for this situation: each copied Istil instantly understood the situation, then unhesitatingly made the same choice, continuing to flee, then continuing to make copies...
Su Na might have belonged to this category too, but she had become much more cautious now, because Yang Yi had taken over many of the high-risk tasks.
He continued collecting Istils, using the peripheral vision of his right eye to lock onto the next target and avoid seeing what he should not see.
He collected so many because there might be very few surviving Istils who were easy to communicate with and control. Catching more would give him more room for error. If one failed, he could kill her, toss her into the Gacha Machine, then awaken another...
He followed the trail at tremendous speed. His strength spoke for itself, after all.
What he failed to notice, however, was that the fire on his body had begun burning more fiercely again. For it to grow stronger in this area was extremely abnormal, but Yang Yi himself simply did not notice in the Extreme Cold.
About twenty minutes later.
Yang Yi picked up his ninety-third Istil. Several of them were not even blonde; had he not been familiar with her, he could easily have missed them.
It was now certain that Saintess Istil was merely one of the copies who had escaped from here, which explained why her personality had differed so greatly, and even