Chapter 253: Clone Joins the Battle

"Master, should we attack now?" No. 163 asked.

Chen Ze shook his head, "Wait a little longer, wait until they are both defeated, then we will attack. In this way, we can reap the benefits."

Although Chen Ze said this, he also gave instructions to all the clones in the secret realm and the clones in the space of all things.

He was like a wise general, commanding his thousands of troops.

Let some of the clones in the secret realm return to the space of all things to rest, recuperate, and wait for the opportunity to fight.

Other clones should not make any big moves for the time being to avoid spiritual energy consumption.

Let the clones in the space of all things quickly recover to the best condition and be ready to fight at any time.

Chen Ze's voice was low and powerful, as if it was a bell from ancient times, shaking the hearts of every clone.

His instructions were like stars dotted in the night sky, clear and definite.

Every clone understood his mission, and they were like a well-trained army, waiting for Chen Ze's orders.

Their heartbeats were like drums, compact and powerful, as if they were beating the rhythm for the upcoming battle.

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The melee began to become one-sided.

Many cultivators from both dynasties were killed, but the situation on the Dagan Dynasty side was obviously beyond redemption.

They were like sheep besieged by wolves. Although there were many of them, they had no power to fight back and could only retreat continuously, as if struggling to survive in the endless darkness.

The Dagan Dynasty's cultivator camp began to fight and retreat, with more defensive movements than offensive movements.

Their faces were full of fear and despair, as if they had seen their doomsday.

The magic weapons and spells of the Dagan Dynasty's cultivators intertwined in the air, forming a dense net, but this net could not stop the enemy's attack.

They were like a lone boat drifting in a turbulent sea, and could be swallowed by the huge waves at any time.

Chen Ze knew that it was almost time for them to take action.

They were like hunters hiding in the dark, waiting for the best opportunity.

"Master, should we attack now?" No. 163 asked.

Chen Ze shook his head and said calmly: "No, it's not the right time yet. There are not enough cultivators on the field for the clones to kill them instantly.

The longer this melee lasts, the more cultivators will be attracted.

If we want to join the battle, we must be able to end the battle in an instant and not give them any chance to react!"

Chen Ze calmly waited for the opportunity. There was only one chance, and it must be a fatal blow.

He would not miss this opportunity. He continued to observe the situation on the field and look for the best opportunity.

...

Finally, in the melee, there were less than 30 cultivators left in the Anyuan Dynasty, and less than half of the cultivators in the Dagan Dynasty.

"Now." Chen Ze's eyes were shining.

In an instant, 80 clones appeared beside Chen Ze.

These clones were arranged neatly, and everyone held a Xuan-level top-grade magic weapon, like a well-trained army, exuding a fierce murderous aura.

"Kill the Anyuan Dynasty cultivators first." Chen Ze gave an order.

"Yes, Master."

80 clones responded in unison.

The sound resounded through the heaven and earth, as if a thunderous army was charging towards the Anyuan Dynasty cultivators.

In an instant, 80 clones rushed towards the Anyuan Dynasty cultivators.

Their speed was extremely fast, sweeping past like a gust of wind, making it unpredictable.

The Anyuan Dynasty cultivators in the melee and the Dagan Dynasty cultivators were shocked at the same time.

Looking at the 80 clones that suddenly appeared, they all showed astonishment on their faces, as if they saw a group of divine soldiers and generals descending from the sky.

Everyone was wondering where this group of people came from and which camp they were from.

Although they had been fighting, their spiritual consciousness was still exploring the surrounding situation, fearing that a sudden appearance of cultivators would kill them by surprise.

But the thing they least wanted to happen still happened.

80 clones were like 80 killing gods, with endless killing intent, rushing into the battlefield and rushing straight towards the cultivators of the Anyuan Dynasty.

The situation on the battlefield became clear in an instant, and the cultivators of the Anyuan Dynasty looked bitter, as if they were facing a great enemy.

They had just experienced a great battle, and their spiritual power was greatly consumed. How could they be the opponent of these clones at this time?

But the situation did not allow them to think too much, so they could only fight hard and fight to the death.

The cultivators of the Dagan Dynasty were happy, because there were helpers coming!

They immediately had hope in their hearts, and turned around to attack the cultivators of the Anyuan Dynasty with 80 clones.

However, a loud shout stopped their actions.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

This loud shout was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in the ears of the cultivators of the Dagan Dynasty.

They all looked stunned, with confusion and doubt on their faces.

These were obviously the cultivators of their Dagan Dynasty who came to support, why did they ask them to get out?

Before the aftermath of the battle subsided, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, more than a dozen figures appeared out of nowhere, and they began to clean up the battlefield that was just the scene of fierce fighting.

These mysterious people did not distinguish between enemies and friends. Whether they were cultivators of the Anyuan Dynasty or warriors of the Dagan Dynasty, they would deal with the bodies of the dead without mercy.

They not only looted all the relics, but also burned the bodies.

These people who suddenly appeared were the second wave of clones summoned by Chen Ze from his space of all things.

In order to quickly end the battle and clean up the battlefield to avoid this chaotic battle attracting more cultivators from the two dynasties, Chen Ze took decisive action.

He divided all the clones into two groups, one group was responsible for dealing with the Anyuan Dynasty cultivators who still survived the battle, and the other group quickly cleaned up the battlefield and collected the spoils.

The survivors of the Anyuan Dynasty and the Dagan Dynasty were furious when they saw this scene.

The situation was already very clear. These unexpected figures were undoubtedly here to reap the fruits of victory and pick peaches.

How could they be content with this?

The cultivators of the Anyuan Dynasty immediately burst out with all their fighting power and fought fiercely with Chen Ze's clones regardless of everything.

Similarly, the cultivators of the Dagan Dynasty did not want to see the resources they had fought hard for easily fall into the hands of others.

They quickly prepared to attack those clones who tried to pick up bargains.

But Chen Ze's clones would not let them do as they wished.

"Since you want to die, I will grant your wish."

As Chen Ze's 80 clones dispersed, a two-to-one advantage was formed. No matter whether the cultivators were from the Anyuan Dynasty or the Dagan Dynasty, they were all killed.