Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. After some thought, he had an answer in his heart.
He had indeed encountered two avatars in the underground palace. One of them had been killed by him with his own hands, while the other had been completely filled with 10% of his blood qi.
The other had been split into multiple avatars and pierced into the blood fog, which he had absorbed one by one. If he were to calculate carefully, it wouldn’t be 100, but 99.
Clearly, the second clone was crafty. He had arranged for ninety-nine clones to come. If he succeeded, he would have been a great help. If he failed, he would have hidden another clone that hadn’t appeared, that was why there was a possibility of a comeback.
