Chapter 4526: Battling the Supreme's Clone
Blue robe, green robe, white robe…
The color of the robe differed, but the shape and patterns were exactly the same.
Lin Moyu couldn't help wondering if there was a connection among these.
The green robe belonged to the Central Domain Supreme, the white robe to the Upper Domain Supreme, and this blue robed figure was the North Pole Supreme.
"Could it be that all eight Supremes wear the same style, just in different colors?"
If so, there must be some symbolism after all, each Supreme was from a different race, with vastly different tastes; why would they choose matching attire?
Lost in thought, Lin Moyu felt the gaze of the blue robed figure on him.
Though the face was indistinct, Lin Moyu could feel himself being watched.
The next instant, a wave of cold swept through his soul, and his whole soul world began to freeze.
"Fire!"
Lin Moyu shouted the flames of his soul blazed, driving out the chill.
Just for a moment, he felt a bone deep murderous intent from the other.
If his soul hadn't been strong enough, he would have died already.
Silent and formless, the blue robed Supreme's soul attack was far deadlier than the previous clones.
Lin Moyu tried to lock onto the foe, but found it impossible.
The figure was right before him, visible to the eye, yet on the soul level, could not be locked at all.
This hadn't happened since his adventure in the Western Pureland.
"Their soul's tier is too high."
It wasn't simply a matter of soul strength, but one of soul level Lin Moyu ruled invincibly within Chaos Rank, but the foe stood on a higher rung.
Even if Lin Moyu's soul power matched, on the level scale, he was beneath the Supreme.
Such differences were inherent to the rules of chaos tiers could not easily be crossed.
The blue robed figure rose slowly, waves sweeping from him, and in an instant, the world turned blue.
Blue rain fell, freezing all heaven and earth; ice crystals covered his body, icy dread piercing to the marrow.
The Supreme's ice bypassed Lin Moyu's physical defenses and could freeze him to death.
Still, Lin Moyu's flesh was strong enough that it would take a long time to kill him even so.
Lin Moyu snorted coldly Ye Yangyan and the Space Time Soul Serpent appeared, charging at the Supreme amid the blue rain.
Ye Yangyan was a quasi Supreme from the Chaos Spirit's inner world. Though a bit weaker than a true Supreme, he was no small force.
Lin Moyu figured a quasi Supreme would be enough for a Supreme's clone plus the Soul Serpent and three more underlings.
Even if they couldn't kill the Supreme's clone, they should be able to suppress it.
But reality proved otherwise. The blue robed figure vanished; Lin Moyu watched as his soul spread and body merged with the world, becoming one with the blue rain.
Supremes could merge entirely with chaos wherever chaos existed, so did they.
Legend said: if chaos could not die, neither could a Supreme.
Yet Lin Moyu knew that wasn't quite true; Supremes could still be killed at least, "Dao" could do it.
Ye Yangyan launched a barrage at the blue rain; for a second, the rain paused.
The Soul Serpent whipped up the space, causing a countercurrent in the blue downpour.
But the rain only grew thicker, blue light saturating space, the cold intensifying.
Ice covered Ye Yangyan and the others; they tried to dispel it, but gradually slowed under the deepening blue.
Ye Yangyan raged with fire dragons shot upward, but were shredded by blue light.
Attack after attack, but with little effect he was pressed down, unable even to fly skyward for long.
A quasi Supreme from an inner world was so outmatched that he couldn't handle even a Supreme's clone this surprised Lin Moyu.
The Soul Serpent fared even worse; half frozen, much weaker, and slower.
As for its three subordinates, they were immobilized entirely.
"A Supreme really is hard to handle…
Looks like the first Supreme's clone I met here was being polite not really trying to kill me.
But this clone is ruthless, probably under orders to slaughter any intruder."
Lin Moyu said to Little Tree, "Little Tree, bring him out lock him down."
If he couldn't lock on, Little Tree could. Even though not fully recovered, he was once a peer of Supremes; his soul was their equal.
With his help, targeting the Supreme's clone wouldn't be a problem.
"Alright!"
Little Tree had been waiting. Roots stretched through the void, stabbing into the blue rain's source, tearing through layers of blue light.
The blue light tried to freeze the roots, but Little Tree's space time power kept the roots shifting between places what looked here was not really here.
Any root the blue light froze was only an illusion.
Roots thrashed the blue light, lashing in the air the two fought for supremacy.
Each blue strand was a manifestation of the Supreme's clone, each containing a thread of soul.
Little Tree's goal: shatter those blue lights, force the Supreme to manifest once more.
Lin Moyu flicked a finger, sending World Annihilating Fire into the sky a sea of flames.
These flames burned the soul and gave Little Tree the edge.
Together, they shattered the blue lights; strands of soul reassembled into the blue robed figure.
"Got him!"
As soon as he reappeared, Little Tree shouted in excitement.
Lin Moyu wasted no time, aiming and crying, "Corpse explosion!"
Boom!
The blue robed figure exploded, most of his body destroyed, and his soul badly damaged.
Supreme clones were indeed tougher than quasi Supremes'; one corpse explosion wasn't enough to finish him.
But no matter Lin Moyu used another; this time, the Supreme's clone couldn't resist and was utterly annihilated.
With the blue light gone, a blue crystal appeared in midair.
"Ultimate Blue Crystal."
Lin Moyu snatched it up an exceptional treasure, the material used by the North Pole Supreme to forge his clone.
No match for Ancient Ice, but still a top tier resource.
With the three clones destroyed, Lin Moyu could finally examine the place.
This enormous space resembled an entire independent world, perhaps much like the Chaos Spirit's inner world, with its own rules and also those of chaos.
It was isolated from chaos not a full separation, but a relative one.
In the distance, mists rose; a palace began to take shape…
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