Yang Fei woke up at six in the afternoon.
He felt somewhat bewildered.
How had he fallen asleep?
Previously, whenever he had an attack, although he would suffer terrible torment, he had always managed to control it, remaining conscious the whole time.
This time, it seemed he had completely lost control and consciousness.
Thinking this, Yang Fei's expression changed as he looked down at his body and moved his limbs.
Fortunately, there were no injuries on his body, and his limbs could move.
The flow of True Qi within his body was also very stable without any abnormalities.
Wait!
Yang Fei suddenly raised his brows, feeling intensely.
A moment later, a look of confusion mixed with surprise appeared on his face as he muttered to himself, "It seems like my breath is flowing more smoothly, how did this happen?"
Since the last great battle where he was severely injured, his body had suffered a huge risk, and the available True Qi was less than thirty percent of his peak period.
