Han and Hale stood frozen for a moment, and their minds struggled to process what had just happened while their eyes remained fixed on Ethan's figure.
Han swallowed hard, and his voice came out rough.
"…Clone… you have a clone?"
Hale rubbed his eyes once as if he thought he was seeing things, and then he looked at Ethan again with disbelief.
"Weren't you a swordsman…"
Both of them were clearly shaken, and although they had seen many things on the battlefield, this was something completely out of their expectations.
But while they were shocked someone else was far more shaken.
"HOWWWWWW!"
"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!"
The cloaked man's voice broke out, and it was no longer calm or composed, but filled with disbelief and anger. His body trembled slightly as he stared at Ethan like he had just seen something impossible.
"That spear is the supreme treasure of our Abyss Sect… It was sure one hit kill, so how did you survive…" he roared, almost losing control.
