After a while, countless shockwaves gradually dissipated, and calm was restored in the high sky.
Yun Feiyang's figure emerged, but his original elegant demeanor was long gone.
Yun Feiyang's hair was disheveled, his entire clothing almost stained red, with more than ten bloody holes on his body, blood gushing like a spring.
"Feiyang!"
"Senior Brother Yun!"
The people from Ninth Layer were greatly shocked at the sight, exclaiming one after another.
"I'm fine!"
Yun Feiyang waved his hand, his voice somewhat weak. However, fortunately, he was not critically injured. Although the injuries were severe, there was no life-threatening danger.
Raising his head to look at Gong Lin opposite him, Yun Feiyang's expression was extremely ugly.
"Gong Lin, today I lost to you, but they will definitely defeat you!"
After speaking, Yun Feiyang flew towards the pavilion below.
