After the clone was subdued, it struggled violently.
But no matter how it struggled, it couldn't break free from the shadowy figure.
Old Yi looked up in astonishment, only to see Wang Ye's familiar face.
Wang Ye's expression was very calm, but there was a chilling danger in his eyes.
"I wondered why I smelled a strangely familiar scent from afar." Wang Ye's gaze was icy. "So it was you doing mischief behind my back?"
Having said that,
Wang Ye's five fingers suddenly closed together.
Crack!!!
With a deafening explosion, the nearly invincible clone in his hand was instantly crushed into two pieces.
Because the speed of the fingers closing exceeded the speed of sound, a sonic boom also erupted from his palm,
instantly shattering the surrounding glass and instruments.
Old Yi painfully covered his ears, but his gaze remained shocked as he looked at Wang Ye in front of him.
Such a powerful clone, Wang Ye actually crushed it with one hand?!
