Gao Wu, If a Hundred Thousand of Me Practice Together, How Can We Lose?

Zhao Mo traveled through the world of high martial arts and obtained a god-level clone system. A perfect clone can be split from the main body every day. Not only does it share attributes with the main body, but it can also practice for him 24 hours a day, all year round. Three hundred years later. The foreign army came to Blue Star, and the three hundred foreign demon gods exuded a terrifying and tyrannical aura. Martial God Zhao Mo stood in the sky, facing three hundred demon gods alone, with a calm expression. "Humans, we have three hundred powerful gods, but you only have one." "We really can't figure it out, what do you win with?" Zhao Mo smiled when he heard this and waved his hand gently, and one hundred thousand Martial God Realm clones appeared out of thin air. "I can't figure it out, one hundred thousand versus three hundred, how could I lose?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.