"Where is Lord Mosquito?"
Someone among the spectating crowd of Loose Cultivators suddenly whispered, breaking the dead silence of the scene.
"Weren't there fifty Lord Mosquitoes flying all over the sky just a moment ago? How did they all disappear in just a minute?"
"What do you mean fifty Lord Mosquitoes? Those were Lord Mosquito's clones, you idiot!" someone whispered back.
No one else replied. The silence lasted for three whole seconds, suffocating everyone present.
Finally, Daya couldn't hold back anymore. Tearfully, she voiced the fear that no one else dared to say. "All of Lord Mosquito's clones are dead... Does that mean Lord Mosquito is dead too?"
Because she broke the ice, the other Loose Cultivators dared to chime in. A middle-aged Cultivator in a blue Daoist robe shook his head with a bitter smile.
