Slowly, the eight clones spread apart from one another in groups of two.
For each direction, there were two Shadow Clones.
Right, left, front, back.
Usan didn't bother hiding himself amidst them.
They all looked the exact same and their faces weren't visible. Whether or not the Empress knew who the real Usan was, didn't really matter.
There was a fragile pause as both parties looked each other up and down.
There was no doubt about it.
Usan was far weaker than the Empress.
Right now, his Rank 6 mental sphere wasn't close to the real thing in the least.
His body was a mess.
It may have looked sturdy and solid, but there were waves of pain washing over him.
However, the Empress had to be careful.
After all, the analogy of an old man holding a rocket launcher still fits here.
She had to be careful of getting too close to Usan.
