Chapter 155: Shadow Clone?

Right now!

I shot out my left hand like lightning, ignoring the pain, and ruthlessly wiped the wound between my ribs, smearing the hot blood all over the hilt of the Miao Dao held tightly in my right hand - where the meteorite I had found in my teddy bear was embedded.

“Buzz!”

On the blade, the cloud and thunder patterns seemed to be injected with lava, instantly lighting up with a faint light, winding and flowing, emitting a low, humming sound that seemed to come from thunder in the sky!

Since my mental power is purer than before, and the amount of bleeding this time is greater, the light and buzzing on the blade form a strange resonance. With me as the center, an invisible and unstoppable shock wave suddenly spreads out!

The seawater no longer acted as an obstacle, but instead seemed to become a medium of resonance. Wherever the shockwave passed, the distorted symbols within the ruins seemed to be stimulated, and dark light flickered violently.

The phantom's movement towards me suddenly froze! For the first time, the hollow, strange smile on its face cracked, transforming into a kind of astonishment and disbelief.

The knife in its hand, a replica without cloud-thunder patterns and meteorite resonance, trembled violently as if it had met its nemesis in the face of this resonant power derived from blood and stardust. Spider-web-like cracks instantly covered the blade!

"break!"

I endured the dizziness from blood loss and the huge burden brought by the resonance of power, poured all my mental strength into the blade, and with the help of the surging power of resonance, I slashed it hard from bottom to top!

“Clang—Crack!”

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a crisp sound, like shattering glass. The knife in Phantom's hand snapped with a thud! A faint blue resonant light, like the sharpest sword energy, followed the crack of the broken blade and penetrated Phantom's body without hindrance!

“Ugh—!”

The phantom uttered a sound for the first time, an inhuman, shrill whine, like a jammed signal. Its body trembled violently, flickering and distorting violently like an image with a bad signal.

For the first time, fear flashed through the hollow eyes. Then, starting from the core point penetrated by the light, the fear, along with its body, began to peel off and disintegrate like a shattered mirror! There was no flesh and blood, only shattered light and shadows and dissipating illusions.

After a few seconds, it completely dissipated in the dark sea water, leaving only a few afterimages that were quickly diluted by the water flow.

It was not until now that I realized the burning pain in the wound between my ribs. The weakness brought by the blood loss and the salinity of the sea water made the pain even more sour.

Add sea salt to the blade to reduce inflammation while cutting.

But I couldn't care less about that right now. The ever-changing crystal in the center of the altar seemed to sense the end of the battle and my approach. The speed at which its colors changed suddenly increased, emitting a stronger, almost seductive call.

The power in his body that originated from Gali resonated with it, and the hunger and thirst almost broke through his rationality.

I gritted my teeth, forced my exhausted body forward, and swam towards the suspended altar. The illusory barrier, at the touch of my fingertips, silently cracked, like ice melting, to create a passage.

Got it!

The feeling of holding the crystal is extremely strange, as if holding a group of solidified cosmic stars, or like holding the core of an ever-changing dream.

Countless shattered images, incomprehensible fragments of knowledge, and a vast torrent of energy like a starry sea instantly surged along my arms into my body and mind! The immense onslaught of information nearly made me faint, but the Gali power within me was like a long drought finally meeting a downpour, greedily absorbing and growing stronger. An unprecedented sense of power washed away the exhaustion.

I was rapidly operating my mental energy, meditating on the Cloud-Thunder Pattern to steady my mind so that I wouldn't collapse under the endless amount of information.

Under such pressure, I picked up a piece of mirror fragment on the ground and threw the crystal into the mirror, using the barrier between illusion and reality to isolate it.

Just by holding it for a moment, I could vaguely feel the signs of mental contamination. This thing should never be touched for a long time.

I decided to evacuate quickly.

However, as soon as I turned around, I suddenly had a feeling that was even worse than before.

No way...

I looked up suddenly and saw that around the altar, the mirror-smooth crystal pillars, the twisted polyhedron walls, and even the surface of the huge suspended stone pillars... all the places that could reflect images began to ripple like water waves.

One, two, ten, a hundred... countless figures wearing the same old diving suits, like ghosts rising from the underwater abyss, slowly emerged from those mirrors, distorted planes, and even the void!

They swarmed densely, silently, completely surrounding the altar and me. Beneath each diving mask was my face. Each one wore the same hollow, eerie smile I'd seen in the first vision.

People can't... at least they shouldn't be so unlucky.

Hundreds of empty eyes, like cold searchlights, were focused on me, on the crystal in my hand that was emitting an alluring light.

The icy murderous intent coalesced into a tangible pressure, sending tingles down my spine. The seawater seemed to grow thicker and icy colder at the sheer volume of malice.

For a moment, I considered mirror jumping back to the anchor points I had set up, but I quickly dismissed the idea.

These things were all copied from the mirror, and they have the same abilities as me, which are more than an order of magnitude stronger than ordinary mutants. I'm afraid that using the mirror to jump will bring them all in. Just thinking about such a scene makes me lose control on the spot.

Without any hesitation, I made the most instinctive decision - turn around and run away.

Slip away. Slip away.

My body reacted faster than my brain. I kicked the twisted stone pillar behind me with my legs and frantically struggled towards the entrance of the ruins in my memory like a live fish thrown into a frying pan.

Behind him, the deadly encirclement suddenly came alive!

Hundreds of "I"s were like killing machines that had been started, moving in unison, with that weird smile of mass production, swarming towards me like locusts!

They ignored the anti-human geometric structure of the ruins, passed directly through the twisted walls, "flowed" out from the suspended stone pillars, and even condensed into shape out of thin air on the mirror surface at the next corner!

It's unsportsmanlike! But I didn't have time to think about it, so I just paddled as hard as I could.

The water, churned by their sheer numbers, formed chaotic undercurrents, attempting to slow me down. The icy, piercing murderous intent, like tangible tentacles, constantly tingled at my nerve endings. Several times, twisted, imaginary blades scraped against my wetsuit, sending up shreds of ripped rubber and leaving a burning pain.