"Group Leader, save me!" Beneath the rain curtain, three women lost control of their bodies, flying toward Tang Zheng, their screams almost tearing their vocal cords as they eyed his gleaming knife edge like prisoners led to the guillotine.
"You're courting death, see who cares!" The fake Tang Zheng got angry but did not come to the rescue of his teammates. Instead, he aggressively pursued Pang Meiqin. He was a loner by nature, indifferent to his group members; otherwise, he wouldn't have remained unmoved at the sight of all those clone corpses on the ground.
"Opportunity!" Tang Zheng had been waiting for the moment when the fake Tang Zheng was distracted. He tugged at his shadow cloak and broke into black mist that disappeared, only to reemerge like a towering mountain, eclipsing the sky, next to the clone.
