Wave after wave of clones shot into the sky, launching suicidal interceptions.
Balrog could obliterate such a small cluster of clones with a single punch. Each time a group was destroyed, it was equivalent to Su Ze sustaining another injury.
But Su Ze had no choice. This was the only way he could stall for time.
Balrog was seething with rage. He wouldn't have been in such a humiliating situation if he hadn't just used both of his rank-nine Divine Artifacts. He had also expended a great deal of his own energy and been injured at the hands of Mr. Ao, making it impossible for him to use the artifacts' powerful attacks again anytime soon.
He spat a mouthful of blood into his palm and smeared it onto his belt. Using the bond of their bloodline, he forcibly activated the belt's power. His body once again took on a metallic sheen. Ignoring the encirclement and attacks of Su Ze's innumerable clones, he steeled himself and flew toward space.
