The reinforcements have arrived.
Philip stands isolated, yet the Demon Spirits keep coming in waves.
No one knows exactly how many copies the Demon Spirits have developed, but just by looking at the first wave of 70, and then another 70 in the second wave, one can tell the number is not small.
As for the Demon Spirits' clones, Philip looks down on them—despite equal levels, or even when these clones suppress Philip by half a level, the absolute gap in personal strength makes their numbers a joke.
No matter how many of the Demon Spirits' clones appear, Philip is not afraid.
But when it comes to the Demon Spirits' main body, the calculation isn't the same.
The confrontation between Philip and Oga's group has come to a halt, and as Oga's group breathes a sigh of relief and quickly distances themselves from Philip, Philip merely looks towards the flickering light until a hazy figure suddenly appears in front of him.
"Another Soul Puppet?"
