Of course, the system also had its limits.
If he was enveloped by a huge plasma beam, his clone would still be annihilated.
Thus, he had to make sure he stayed on the edge of the plasma beam as he advanced even more swiftly.
It had to be said that interstellar battles were very magical.
During World War II, naval fleets fired at each other, but the hit rate was very low; getting in a first hit was as rare as hitting a five million jackpot.
Now that the battlefield had gone from a flat ocean to boundless space, it was practically impossible to hit each other.
Moreover, if the enemy's mothership was a World War II battleship, then Luke was only a mosquito at most.
This "mosquito" was sharp and as fast; it was embarrassing that the mothership couldn't hit it with a cannon.
However, Luke's attacks were also only at the level of a mosquito.
