"Eleven clones?"
"Ten is the perfect number. In this world, no one has ever exceeded this limit in the number of clones. How did you do it?"
Satan stared at Xiao Zheng's clones in shock, as if a tempest had risen in his heart.
"How did I do it? What's it to you?" Xiao Zheng's lips curled into a cold smile as he spoke. "Didn't you just say you wanted to kill me? Then go ahead and try!"
"Let's see who ends up dead at whose hands!"
Upon hearing his words, Satan's expression changed again, dismissively saying, "Your arrogance is useless before me. Even if you have eleven clones, so what? The gap between the Creation Realm and the Derivation Realm can't be bridged just by one more clone!"
"Die!"
As his words fell, a powerful force instantly erupted on Death God Mountain.
Satan's speed was swift, and in an instant, he was before Xiao Zheng.
