The Ultimate Evolution

Sheyan mercilessly ordered him to attack the clone physically. After he died, the other two genetical-extract mixes planted by Sheyan had also hatched.

This time, Sheyan did not intend to hatch an elite Uruk-hai. The two genetical-extract mixes contained the genes of cuttlefish. The two ordinary Uruk-hais grown from them somewhat resembled Davy Jones.

Chapter 901: Battle of the Stairway of the Suns

The hatched cuttlefish Uruk-hais were not elites, but their normal attacks were very distinctive. They turned their left arms into long tentacles to whip the enemies. The attack could reach five to six meters. The mucus and suction cups on the tentacles could slow the enemies down by 15%. They could also spray ink to damage the opponents’ vision and greatly reduce their accuracy.

Moreover, the cuttlefish Uruk-hais had an advantage in terms of quantity. The clone was currently being pincered by the two of them of different sides. The cuttlefish Uruk-hais had close to 3000 HP after receiving the bonus from Sheyan’s, so it was very difficult to kill them quickly.

The HP of the clone steadily declined over time. He roared and screamed as he kept trying to overcome the slowdown effect from the dark gold leech, the gene-curse cloud, and the two cuttlefish Uruk-hais to chase after Sheyan. Unfortunately, he struggled to move under those attacks.

Sheyan stood in the distance, watching the other “him” charging left and right like a fierce great shark struggling in a strong net. But ultimately, the shark could not escape the binding.

Although he was still alive and kicking, if the situation remained unchanged, this trapped beast would only meet with failure.

Seeing this, Sheyan almost felt that the dust had settled. If there was no accident, then him breaking through the dual-attribute boundary should not be a problem. However, Sheyan still stood far away because he had always been a cautious person. The difficulty of the dual-attribute boundary breakthrough was no joke. It was hard to say if there would be any more changes in the situation.

20,000….15,000….9,000….

These numbers that indicated the clone’s HP were like one heavy weighing stone after another, increasing the trepidation in his heart. This ambush planned by Sheyan was like cutting meat with a blunt knife, ruthlessness shaving off the opponent’s vitality and hope bit by bit.

Sheyan had actually made another preparation. His MP was reduced by 33% every time he used the ‘Grow’ ability, so he brought some potions and food that restored MP, which he didn’t usually bring. On the other hand, he did not bring any HP-restoring items such as honorary dosages. The party skill ‘Gloryheal’ was also still in cooldown.

Sheyan could only recover 3,000+ HP with an honorary dosage, while the clone could recover more than 30,000 HP. For this battle with a time limit, it would be very unwise to carry HP-recovery items.

Sheyan’s MP had recovered to 50% at this time. He estimated that he could still use ‘Grow’ at least twice more! If he had sufficient time, the clone would still be killed even if he had twice as much HP.

Finally, the HP of the clone fell below 5000 points. He could feel death approaching. He screamed defiantly; even the corners of his eyes and nostrils split open from anger.

“Why! Why! This should not happen!!”

As if he had a final epiphany before his death, he actually turned his back to Sheyan and forced himself to start mixing. Although his memory had been deleted, but after a while, he could perform a lot of instinctive actions. It was akin to how an amnesiac swimmer’s mind may be blank, but if he was thrown into water he would definitely not drown!

Sheyan ignored him. It was too late to try last-minute experiments. Mixing was definitely not as easy as he imagined.

Forcing himself to start mixing the way he did not only meant that he completely gave up on defending, the failure rate was also astonishingly high. Even one as skillful as Sheyan still failed once when he tried mixing while he was sliding down. He wasn’t even being attacked back then.

However, there are often low probability events occuring in the world. After mixing for nearly 20 seconds, the clone actually succeeded in making a curse-mix! He immediately slammed the bottle on the ground with a loud roar!

The shockwave from the curse-mix instantly spread, and the dark gene-curse cloud also shrouded the battlefield. Not only that, the three-second stun effect also gave the clone a chance to breathe. He immediately rushed outwards.