Wiping the liquid off his face, Duan Ye clutched his aching head and sat up. Looking around, he immediately sobered up. "They're fighting? Where's brother tie?"
Seeing that Duan Ye had finally woken up, Zhang Yanyan pulled up her pants, her face flushed red. "Brother Yu! Duan Ye's awake! He's awake..."
Pathetically dodging the encirclement of the martial artists, Chen Yu used 'teleportation' to make some space for himself. Turning around, he shouted, "Duan Ye, continue to gather energy! Hurry up!"
Hearing this, Duan Ye's spirit turned cold. He stood up and looked up at the energy waves gathering above him. Then, he put his palms together.
Pa!
"Martial Art -- Three Forms of the Matrix."
The light circle lit up!
The stagnant mist started to rotate again.
The power that was infinitely close to Level 4 made everyone present tremble in fear.