Following Ning Bei's gaze, the three of them did indeed see one of Tang San's clones slowly approaching the coast.
At this moment, everyone finally understood Tang San's intent.
"He wants to create chaos all over the continent so we can't gather our God-tier Experts, then have his main body pick us off one by one!"
"Not a bad idea, but with God-tier Experts numbering more than two hands, how does he plan to find chances to fight them one-on-one?"
A trace of disdain curled at the corner of Ning Bei's mouth. With a flip of his hand, he crushed that clone to pieces.
"Now it depends on whether everyone can force Tang San's main body back."
On another island, Tang San slowly descended.
His brows were tightly furrowed now, as if he had remembered what A'Dai had said to him three years ago.
There were quite a few people who had completed the nine trials. Judging from what his clones had encountered, that did seem to be the case. After all, once his clones left his main body, they had scattered in every direction.
Yet before they had even gotten close to the continent, fewer than one in ten remained. That was clearly not something two God-tier Experts could accomplish.
And this ocean was that green-haired woman's home ground. He was beginning to doubt whether the place he had fled to was the right choice.
"Damn it! Why are those bastards always gathered together? They're all God-tier Experts—don't they have any pride of their own?"
With an enraged roar, Tang San slammed a blood-red palm print into the island, raising dust and sand dozens of meters high. He still could not understand how he had ended up all alone, while his enemies were so united.
And his venting was