The containment chamber erupted into chaos as a masked figure stepped from the shadows like death given form.
Clone Eleven's face was concealed behind a plain black mask that revealed nothing of his identity, while his Middle Guardianship cultivation blazed with system-enhanced power that made the ancient stone walls tremble.
His movements carried the fluid precision of someone who had transcended ordinary human limitations.
The woman in Stormcaller robes reacted first, her lightning-based cultivation techniques manifesting as crackling arcs of blue energy that sought to paralyze the intruder.
But Clone Eleven had anticipated electrical attacks—his system-optimized abilities included specific countermeasures against each Great Family's signature techniques.
He flowed between the lightning strikes like water through a sieve, his enhanced spatial awareness allowing him to predict each bolt's trajectory before it fully formed.
