My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 2106

Just as Mosley was about to reach No. 10, an unknown force shredded him. Clint instantly used his time-space enchantment to

restore him.

Mosley quickly changed his form and struck with his claws. To everyone's shock, No. 10 was instantly killed.

"Something's not right." Mosley reacted quickly and retreated. As expected, No. 10's body exploded, and a small, fly-like creature

emerged from within. The insect quickly flew into the brain of a clone demon god, which then transformed into No. 10.

"So, the little insect was the real body all along?" Mosley realized, but before he could react further, the remaining Vortex Demon

Gods attacked again. Mosley quickly jumped out of the attack range.

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"The insect must be another clone infused with godly power," Mosley concluded.

"Clone?" No. 10's lips curled into a sneer as he raised his eyebrows disdainfully. "You think I'm just a clone? I'm one of the true

gods!"

"That small of a god?" Mosley scoffed sharply, insinuating his expertise in this area.

"I'm immortal and indestructible! Size doesn't define everything! Do you understand, kid?"

“Oh... I know how to deal with you. | can just use a fly swatter, right?” Mosley teased.

“You! Say that again!” No. 10's teeth ground with anger. He wanted to tear him apart!

“| said, I'll just use a fly swatter!” Mosley's jest was met with No. 10's furious punch.

With quick reflexes, Mosley deflected No. 10's arm and easily snapped it off like it was made of molding clay. “So, clones are made

of clay, after all,” Mosley continued to mock.

“Oh? Is that so?” No. 10 said smugly as Mosley's arm was engulfed by the godly power that was nestled within the clone.

“Kid, you're too full of yourself!” No. 10 roared.

Mosley did not even hesitate. He detached his arm, and after the godly power dissipated, he reattached it.

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“What... What...?” No. 10's smile froze, his face revealing a hint of panic as he bore witness to Mosley’s abnormal resilience.

“What exactly are you...” No. 10 asked instinctively, his unease palpable.

“Take a guess!” Mosley pressed forward.

Meanwhile, the numerous demon gods had overrun Mosley’s demons and surrounded himpletely.

“Master Nash, seriously. What's taking so long...”

"So, the person in front ofis essentially not a living being," No. 10 surmised just as Mosley broke out of the encirclement once

more.

“What exactly are you?”

“Fly swatter!” Mosley struck again, shattering the clone’s body.