Wang Shi, with a mindful heart, could hardly make out the differences in the styles.
Although it felt somewhat natural to the touch, compared to his normal physical strength, but it would certainly feel odd with just a bit more force applied.
Under some sort of restriction, these replicated bodies became extremely frail and brittle, a fact Wang Shi had come to realize convincingly.
"If only we could convey this information to the others right now, it would be great. We don't even know if Lin Wurou and the team have encountered Bai Wu," he said.
Wang Shi, inflating with a breath like a war chariot, looked directly at the crumbling, mud-like physique that could hardly withstand a single blow.
They seemed like delicate porcelain, clearly not intended to cause fatal collisions, yet they were shattered to pieces.
This collusion was also a delicate anomaly—Wang Shi felt that particularly with these three replicated bodies, their very essence was fragile.