'He's still not dead?'
Ye Xuan frowned. The moment he'd struck the killing blow, Zhan Shang had used a portion of his own blood essence, Profound essence, and soul to create a clone puppet. The puppet took the attack in his stead, while his real body seized the opportunity to escape.
It was an escape technique that Human Race Martial Artists were completely incapable of performing. Only someone from the Soul-devouring Race like Zhan Shang could likely use it, leaving Ye Xuan amazed.
"Brat, you actually managed to injure me! Damn you!"
Zhan Shang's face was twisted in rage and frustration. He was a proud member of the Soul-devouring Race! Even though he had possessed a human body, his cultivation was still at the Tier Eight Second Layer of the Martial Sovereign realm.
Who would have thought he'd be injured by a mere Tier Seven Second Layer Martial King? The disparity was so great he couldn't wrap his head around it.
