Divine Replication System

It was intentionally left by Lin Xuan for Mo Yuhe.    

Only someone with Lin Xuan's spatial talents could execute such a precise maneuver.    

Anyone else, even a Half-level Emperor without an understanding of spatial profundities, would find it impossible.    

Yet, Mo Ying and the other high-ranking officials were too consumed by anxiety and despair to notice anything else.    

With no way to escape through spatial tears and their protective barrier breached once again, only one option remained.    

They had to muster all their strength and flee.    

Despite Lin Xuan's presence, the odds of success were bleak.    

But hadn't Lin Xuan refrained from directly attacking them all this time?    

The exception was Mo Yuhe, who had tried to escape through a spatial rift, prompting Lin Xuan's interference—an indirect, rather than direct, intervention.    

Moreover, Lin Xuan had forcefully gathered Wei Zhengzhen, Master Elemental Spirit, and other leaders from the five major forces to confront them.    

The implications were clear.    

Lin Xuan, likely a Half-level Emperor, held a deep grudge against the Devil Cloud Sect but seemed disinclined to strike them directly.    

This was the prerogative of the powerful.    

Simply breaking the Devil Cloud Sect's barrier was enough.    

The rest would be handled by the joint forces of the East Saint Sect, Elemental Spirit Sect, and the other great powers.    

Within this plan, they saw a glimmer of hope for escape.    

Should they choose to flee, they would be met with resistance from peers of equal standing, leading to a fierce battle.    

They stood no chance against the formidable Lin Xuan, but against someone like Wei Zhengzhen, they could put up a fight.    

A clear victor might not emerge quickly, but it presented an opportunity to slip away.    

For instance, they could strategically retreat during combat, using the explosion of an Emperor Level spirit weapon to carve out a path for escape.    

Alternatively, they could retreat to a distant place and then rip through space to flee.    

Several kilometers away, Lin Xuan could disturb the fabric of space and affect them.    

What if it were tens of kilometers away?    

For those at the late Emperor Level or at the pinnacle of Emperor Level, even several dozen kilometers wasn't considered far; they could cover the distance in the blink of an eye.    

Nevertheless, if Lin Xuan wished to intervene, he could snuff out their lives at any moment.    

But there was no choice in the matter. The disparity between their strengths was too vast; there was no chance of resistance.    

They didn't want to perish just yet, so their only option was to make one final desperate attempt.    

"Run!"    

Mo Ying commanded in a hushed tone.    

He certainly wasn't concerned with camaraderie among sect members; his goal was to bring them along.    

The more people there were, the more the attention would be divided, increasing the chances of hope.    

In a flash.    

Mo Ying and the other senior members transformed into streaks of light, scattering in various directions.    

Yet, none chose the direction where Lin Xuan was, nor the vicinity around him.    

They weren't foolish. To head in that direction was akin to seeking death.    

Lin Xuan took immediate notice.    

Still, he remained suspended in the air, motionless.    

But he wouldn't just stand idly by, watching Mo Ying and the other senior members flee.    

"Now, it's your turn.    

Remember, let none escape. For every Martial King Stage that gets away, you will pay with the life of an Emperor Level!    

"If a Martial Monarch Stage escapes, a peak Emperor Level life will be forfeit!"    

Lin Xuan's even-tempered voice spread out, signaling the start of the impending conflict.    

It was filled with an aura of chilling cruelty.    

The warriors from the five great forces shuddered upon hearing this.    

Lin Xuan was capable of making good on such a threat.    

Even those at the peak of Emperor Level were insignificant in his eyes.    

When it came to their own survival, the warriors from the five great forces dared not take any chances.    

This included Wei Zhengzhen, the Elemental Spirit, and other peak Emperor Level figures.    

"We will comply!"    

After responding.    

From the Emperor Level Flying Ships of the five great forces, located ten miles away, a dense swarm of people poured out like a colony of ants.    

Leading the charge were Wei Zhengzhen and Elemental Spirit, along with other peak Emperor Level cultivators. They intercepted Mo Ying and the Devil Cloud Sect's higher-ups attempting to flee.    

The remaining mid- and low-level martial artists of the Devil Cloud Sect had a rude awakening, realizing the dire straits their sect was in. Under Lin Xuan's formidable leadership, the five great forces laid siege to the Devil Cloud Sect. No longer the dominant power that once looked down upon the world, the Devil Cloud Sect's greatest defense, their protective formation, had been shattered.    

They could no longer claim the title of the continent's premier force, nor could they afford to be haughty. Now, their primary concern was to preserve their own lives. If they hesitated, they would surely perish here. Hadn't they seen the Sect Master and elders already making their escape?    

In a frenzied rush, they dispersed in every direction, numbering in the hundreds of thousands. The five great forces were also present in significant numbers, their collective might nearly matching that of the Devil Cloud Sect. The upper echelons were out of their league, unable to even withstand the aftershocks of the battle. But this was where the mid- and low-level disciples could make their mark.    

As the sole Demon Force on the Dongyuan Continent, the Devil Cloud Sect had unleashed its true power, ravaging the land, decimating countless sects, and igniting wars. The sect's disciples had reaped the benefits, growing exceedingly rich. With longstanding grudges fueling their actions, they were not about to let this opportunity slip by. The sect's wealth was beyond the reach of the mid-level disciples, but the spoils from the ordinary Devil Cloud Sect disciples were theirs for the taking.    

Despite the vast number of Devil Cloud Sect disciples, there were scarcely one-tenth at the same level as their opponents. They were vastly outmatched, and suddenly, the hunters outnumbered the prey.    

High above, Wei Zhengzhen, Cang Shuiyue, and other peak Emperor Level cultivators confronted Devil Ying and the sect's top brass. Each of the five great forces had sent a single peak Emperor Level representative, totaling six. The Devil Cloud Sect had six of their own, but after Head Elder Devil Yuhe attempted to escape by tearing through space, Lin Xuan disrupted the fabric of reality, leading to the elder's demise.    

Only five remained.    

With a six-on-five advantage, and considering Devil Ying and the others were nursing some injuries, their odds of winning were even better.    

Even though the injuries were minor, in battles between equals, the difference in strength isn't always clear-cut.    

After a thousand exchanges, a victor might still not emerge.    

But once one party sustains an injury, it can significantly widen the gap between the combatants.    

This would skew the outcome.    

Oh, but there's also a puppet to consider.    

This puppet is at the peak of Emperor Level as well.    

Previously, it hadn't had the opportunity to join the fray, but this time it certainly couldn't be overlooked.    

Despite its recent advancement, it had weathered many significant battles, and its cultivation level was solidly established.    

It had no fear of facing others at the same level.    

The puppet was once a disciple of the Devil Cloud Sect.    

Times have changed, though.    

The Devil Cloud Sect disciples prioritize pragmatism and self-interest over sentiment.    

For them, turning on their own for sufficient gain is all too common.    

With this in mind, the scales of victory tipped even further in their favor.    

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