"No!"
At the critical moment, Xiao Zhan's potential erupted as he flashed through the void to Ye Youlong's side, extending his hand to grasp her.
But just then, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his lower abdomen.
His body bent like a bow.
The fake Xiao Zhan had anticipated Xiao Zhan's actions, even his exact location, and landed a whip kick with precision right on Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan flew backward once again like a kite with its string cut.
With a thud, he hit the ground, coughed up blood, and seemed unable to get up.
Just a few moves had passed, and Xiao Zhan had been utterly subdued; the gap between them was indeed not slight.
Xiao Zhan lay on the ground, his whole body limp, but his eyes remained fixed in Ye Youlong's direction. Even as his body was battered to the point of agony, his eyes did not blink.
However, the fake Xiao Zhan wouldn't stop his movements because of this.
