"What about those abyssal mutants on the periphery?" Jacqueline asked, "Do they have any value?"
Eliot shook his head:
"Almost none. Their organs can be extracted as experimental materials, but they are difficult to process and mostly consume our energy and resources. The real value lies in the clones at the center of the altar."
He straightened his body, and his tone became more resolute:
"So, our strategy is clear—get through these peripheral areas as quickly as possible, head to the altar center, and kill our respective clones to gain bloodline enhancement. And then..."
He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:
"If given the opportunity, we can also kill the clones of the Black Mist School apprentices. Those clones can also provide us with enhancement. At that time..."
"Every man for himself," Kaiser grinned, revealing a malicious expression.
Eliot didn't directly respond, but his tacit approval was clear.
