At this moment, the three of them had completely fallen apart. The sight of "Xu Haishui" fleeing ignited something in the other Tang Ye. He opened his mouth and let out a roar at the sky. The black mist around him grew increasingly unstable, and the cracks that had vanished from his face earlier reappeared. His expression twisted in agony!
He raised his hand again. Instantly, the faces of the people huddled together below lit up with excitement. They all raised their hands, as if vying for his attention.
Fake Tang Ye didn't so much as glance at the crowd below. Soon, he raised both arms upward, his face becoming grotesque with effort. It was clear this action was taxing him immensely. Compared to his earlier state, he was now far weaker—not just a little bit weaker, but massively so!
"Hng~"
