An ordinary lesser power could send at most one clone with combat strength comparable to a high legendary to the Material Plane.
A weak power could send at most three clones with combat strength comparable to high legendaries to the Material Plane.
An intermediate power could send at most three clones with combat strength comparable to destiny legendaries to the Material Plane.
As for greater powers, their upper limit remained unknown because there were so few of them at present.
At this moment, hundreds of deity clones, each at least comparable to a high legendary in combat strength, descended upon the waters off the Elf Continent.
The tide of divine power they stirred up made the Wizard Speaker's face darken. A lethal sense of pressure clung relentlessly to his heart, leaving him able only to watch the Elf Empress battle Lolth.
The Mother of Sea Monsters, who had just ascended to a greater power, also watched these deity clones warily.
Sensing a lethal threat, she had already ceased her hostility toward the Wizard Speaker.
And it was precisely the Mother of Sea Monsters' inaction that left the newly arrived deity clones, who did not understand the situation, afraid to act rashly for the moment-with the exception of that lunatic Lolth.
"Hahahahaha! You damned bitch, today is the day you die!"
Lolth's crazed laughter echoed throughout the entire space.
Although the Elf Empress was handling the combined assault of Lolth's five clones with ease, Lolth's venomous curses and shrill laughter left her deeply unsettled.
Especially when she saw the hundreds of clones of the gods watching hungrily around her.
"Avalon, how much longer do you intend to watch?"
The Elf Empress's cool voice rang out, carrying a trace of irritation.
Although the scale of the situation looked impressive, the Elf Empress