Boom!
A terrifying aura descended from the star dome, causing the entire mystic universe to tremble slightly.
Soon after, a terrifying shadow figure, tens of thousands of miles tall, appeared beside the Great Elder, with crimson eyes, entirely black body, exuding an ancient aura, and embodying supreme majesty.
"Greetings, Clan Leader!"
The Great Elder struggled to stand up, respectfully saluting.
This shadow was a clone of the first generation, possessing seventy percent of the original's combat power, extremely formidable.
The first-generation clone glanced around. Upon seeing the three wrecked cosmic fortresses and the heavily injured Great Elder, a smothering killing intent flashed deep in its eyes.
"Unexpected!"
"The insignificant realms, burying four of our great legions!"
"You all have great courage! Damned! You deserve to die!"
