Below the Divine Wilderness Stage, Yang Qian slowly regained consciousness under the care of a few medical personnel. He was still coughing incessantly as he weakly said, "Sorry…"
The proud Yang Qian felt ashamed at that moment. The gap in strength between him and the fatty in yellow was too great. Being unguarded against illusions, he had fallen into the fatty's illusion, causing him to lose terribly.
Beside Yang Qian stood a young man, Yao Dao.
Yao Dao was silent. As he looked at the fatty on-stage who was enjoying the cheers of the crowd, his gaze turned grim.
The fatty was older than him, and his cultivation level was higher than his. Fighting him was very tricky!
Yao Dao was full of confidence regarding his saber techniques, but Yao Dao had never undergone training to combat in an illusionary world.
This fatty was the first illusion warrior Yao Dao had ever met.
