"Damn it! Moonlight!!!"
"What is this?"
Having failed to kill Manhattan, Yang Yan did not appear surprised but rather looked at him with a hint of curiosity.
Manhattan glanced down at his neck, then at Yang Yan.
His cheeks twitched, and he clenched his right fist tightly in the air, shouting in immense anger:
"I trained another magical clone, spent countless effort and heart power, and now it is only halfway integrated, but you've destroyed it like this, you deserve to die!!!"
Manhattan's words were not complete, but this sentence was enough for Yang Yan to basically understand what he meant.
Manhattan spent a lot of heart power and resources to cultivate something unknown, and it was destroyed by him with a single sword.
It was just like a death substitute clone that died once for Manhattan, which is why Yang Yan saw that spectacle.
Manhattan himself wasn't actually harmed.
This was indeed impressive.
Death substitute clone...
Equivalent to having an extra life.
