Raziel laughed bitterly.
"My clones burn too much soul power. Without them, I couldn't handle his ranged attacks. In an arena this small, I never had a chance. If it were larger, maybe I could've dragged it out."
Ray's brows knit together.
"You're wrong. Yes, your clones consume soul power, but don't forget this. He was using his thousand-year soul skill too. How could his consumption be lower than yours? You have twin martial souls and the Mysterious Heaven Method. Endurance should have been your advantage. Why couldn't you last ten minutes?"
His voice sharpened.
"There's no way his attacks could cover the entire arena. You had three clones. If you'd spread them out, he couldn't have suppressed all of you. You only needed to control distance and fight a battle of attrition. Instead, you rushed in and got crushed. Do you have anything to say?"
Raziel froze, then slapped his thigh hard.
