The 'silk thread' that was wrapped around his true spirit was formless and substantial, and it seemed to be more strange than Jiang Yan's state of material digitization. The 'silk thread' is just a metaphor, and the specific form cannot be described.

Jiang Yan could only analyze a strange feeling with a hint of resentment from it, which made him very uncomfortable.

'Curse?' Curse Kill?...... Damn!!'

Before Jiang Yan could analyze it properly, the next moment, he felt that he was firmly locked by some kind of fatal edge.

'I see, a marker for tracking and positioning?!'

Jiang Yan, who had this thought flashing in his heart, understood that the method of spatial transfer no longer worked, and I was afraid that the opponent's next attack had already brought the feature of automatic tracking, which could be called a 'must hit'.

'In that case......

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Jiang Yan, who still refused to give up, activated his ability, and his true spirit changed suddenly.

......

On the Holy Mountain, 'Goodmila' finally threw the half-virtual light gun in his hand with a force.

"Go for it!"

At that moment, the light spear turned into a streamer and came out of his hand, and directly plunged into the void above his head, and then disappeared in front of him under a subtle invisible ripple.

Following the sensing with the light gun, 'Goodmila' could capture its trajectory as it traveled rapidly through the cracks in space, and knew that the light gun was about to break through the barrier of space and hit the target directly along the causal connection, and a chuckle unconsciously rose on his indifferent face.

Whether it was for Goodmila or for the will of the Holy Figure, the performance of the enemy they were going to wipe out this time was really unexpected, and it had been a long time since they had encountered such a special guy.

Such a strange enemy, as expected, could not continue to let it live and pose a threat to the church, so it was finally resolved.

The next moment, however, Goodmila's chuckle stiffened, and he watched in amazement at the upheaval that had taken place on the map of location and tracing that had been presented by the holy map above his head.

The small light point on the map, which was rapidly flashing, suddenly magically split into two at the same moment when his light gun was thrown, and actually turned into two light spots that flashed to their different positions!

"[Doppelganger?!]" 'Goodmila', who was watching this scene, subconsciously thought of this word.

However, this was not over, and the two little points of light split again without even the slightest stagnation, turning from two to four, and then four to eight, sixteen, and thirty-two......

Split, split, never-ending splitting!

"[This ......?!]"

Looking at the dense number of marked light spots on the map, which spread almost all the corners of the Western Continent, 'Goodmila' couldn't help but be stunned.

The causal trace spear shuttling through the cracks of space also stopped at this moment as if it had lost its accuracy.

Even if it is a light gun that can be tracked automatically, at this moment it is as confused as its owner - there are too many targets, as if each one is real, so which one should be hit?

With just a rough estimate, 'Goodmila' judged that the number of light spots on the map was at least hundreds of thousands, and even increasing!

There is no mistake in the positioning of the Holy Map, and there is no abnormality in the tracking from "cause and effect"! There is no doubt that these points of light are all real, that is, they are all doppelgangers of the other party!

Even 'Gudemira' was convinced that there was no such thing as a 'Buddha-figure', or that each doppelganger was equivalent to the other's Buddha-figure, otherwise the Holy Diagram would not be indistinguishable from the 'Trace of Cause and Effect'!

Such a miraculous method really surprised him again, and it happened to stump him.

The light spear that was given the attribute of "Cause and Effect Trace" by 'Goodmila' just now only has the power of one blow, and it is really blind in the face of such a wide range and so many clones.

Because of the target's mysterious and hidden ability, what can be used as a medium for "karma tracing", the only thing known so far is the remnant soul left by Pastor Solai, who has actually had contact with the target and is still a life-and-death enemy, and the church has no way to find other mediums for the time being.

'Do you want to give up right now?' Looking at the massive points of light that had spread across the entire Western Continent and completely dyed a part of the world map in a golden color, Goodmila thought for a moment, and then smiled coldly.

With the movement of his mind, the Spear of Cause and Effect Tracing that was hovering in the gap between the space moved again.

In the western continent, in the kingdom of the Rhines, somewhere in the countryside, in a farmer's cowshed.

A big scalper cow who was leisurely eating grass in the shed, the void on its side suddenly fluctuated, and then a golden streamer burst out from the ripples, and the scalper's consciousness did not have time to react when it instantly penetrated, and even the true body of the attack could not be seen clearly, and the golden light disappeared into the ripples of the void again.

A black bull next to him looked at his companion who suddenly froze, so he leaned over and rubbed it in confusion, and the next moment, the big yellow cow fell to the ground weakly, and the whole process was lifeless.

"Moo——?"

"Ah——! my cow?!"

The farmer, attracted by the screams of the cows, soon let out a terrible scream, but unfortunately he could not find the murderer.

A similar scene was frequently staged in all corners of the Western Continent, the chaffinches in the sky, the cattle and sheep on the ground, the swimming fish in the water, and even a few pedestrians on the road were all pierced through the body by a flash of light that suddenly flashed in the void, and then turned into corpses in a burst of consternation.

Because it was nightfall, the timing of the golden streamer was extremely short-lived, but nearby onlookers still saw some remnants, causing a lot of commotion in various places.

Of course, the initiators didn't care about all this, and the victims didn't have time to pay attention to it.

'Damn, you don't even give up?!, stalking also gives me a limit!'

Jiang Yan, who almost exerted the soul characteristics of "distraction and multi-purpose", and hid his true spirit incarnation in the countless sub-machines under his command, couldn't help but curse secretly after feeling that his true spirit clone was dying out at a terrifying speed.

Only four or five seconds passed, and his True Spirit Clone had lost one-tenth of its degree, which was equivalent to the extent that his True Spirit Cultivation had also been directly beaten down.

Moreover, the speed of the death of the True Spirit Clone has not slowed down at all!

It was difficult for Jiang Yan's True Spirit Clone to react when it was wiped out by the golden streamer that suddenly burst out of the void, after all, the differentiation was too fine, and each True Spirit Split became very weak, even if his soul's own over-speed reaction characteristics could not be dealt with in time. But through the observation records of the slave network, he still quickly knew what was killing his true spirit clone.

Is it a tracking attack, and it still seems to be able to travel through the space barrier at will...... No, we have to think of a way, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that no amount of clones will be enough for the other party to kill!'

Jiang Yan didn't know how long that golden streamer could chase him down, and whether the energy consumption could last until all his clones were wiped out, but he didn't dare to gamble.

Jiang Yan was desperately thinking about countermeasures.

If you want to solve this crisis, you must first solve the other party's 'tracking' ability, that is, remove the 'silk threads' that are wrapped around the true spirit like 'positioning transmitters'.

But to put it simply, if it could be done easily, Jiang Yan would have done it a long time ago, and he would not have waited until now.

I had no choice but to try that way...... I hope the assumption is correct. Time was pressing, and Jiang Yan's true spirit was suffering losses every minute and every second, so he didn't hesitate too much and started directly.

"Confirm database backup...... Finish. Execute the preset program!'

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