"That doesn't make sense. The aura of that kid's sword just now is definitely from his original body. If even his clone has such strength, Ying long and the others would have knelt down in front of him. What's the point of fighting?"
Du wuhui was still in disbelief, and song Jiangshan, who was beside him, was also confused.
The greatest significance of the existence of a clone was to be a smokescreen. It was common sense that a clone did not have much actual lethality.
Even the doppelganger King from before only had a third of the original's strength, and this was already close to the theoretical limit. Lin Yi's strength was at most one-tenth of the original.
With one-tenth of his strength, how could he have dealt such a fatal blow?
"You want to kill me like that? it seems like child's play."
Lin Yi's chuckling came from the other side of the battlefield. No one noticed when Lin Yi's real body arrived.
For a moment, everyone present was completely confused.