After Senior White's clone took Song Shuhang and his group into the depths of the grassland, Song Shuhang immediately curled up into a ball.
The pain that was being shared by the clone was simply hellish; it was the kind of pain that could make people faint directly.
Li Yinzhu suspiciously asked, "A'Song, what's the matter with you?"
Song Shuhang tremblingly said, "My clone is still there."
He gritted his teeth and canceled the secret clone technique... His clone that was over at the city disappeared with a poof.
The pain Song Shuhang was feeling slowly diminished.
Just now, before he could cancel his clone, Senior White's clone suddenly teleported them away.
"Little friend Shuhang." Senior White's clone had a serene look on its face as it patted Song Shuhang lightly. "Be kind to your clone. This is the punishment for abandoning it."
