He turned around and glanced at the Dwarf Emperor and the others at the entrance of the air-raid shelter.

"Do you have any steel wire rope? Bring it here so I can tie him up."

"Yes!" the dwarf king replied, and ran off like a big black rat. In no time, he returned carrying a bundle of steel wire rope.

With Xia Yuqing's help, Ji Xian quickly bound the tank demon king in a turtle shell style.

Ji Xian then looked at the stunned clones around him.

"Listen up, all clones! Your leader is in my hands, so you must obey me. Do you understand?"

The clones all replied, "Understood!"

Ji Xian smiled with satisfaction.

These clone henchmen are so easy to talk to, they're really sensible.

It's not that these clones are fickle or opportunistic; it's just that their programming dictates that they will always habitually obey the commands of those in power.

The superior they acknowledge is the "Meat Shield Demon King," who is currently in Ji Xian's hands. Naturally, they will listen to Ji Xian. This is a very simple and direct logical relationship.

Ji Xian said with satisfaction, "Very good. Take your things and come with me."

The clones immediately went to get the items.

They are not good at distinguishing between high-value and useless things.

Therefore, their stuff is a mess and a hodgepodge.

There was scrap metal, tattered clothes, all sorts of things.

Their strength is already higher than that of ordinary people, and all sorts of junk are piled high on their bodies.

Ji Xian looked at the straightforward clone, feeling both helpless and amused.

However, this act of cloning people immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the local humans.