Yan Fei felt a sense of disappointment, and just then, the surrounding White Mist rippled, and a shadow appeared from within the mist once again, launching a sneak attack on him. Yan Fei had been killed here last time, so this time he was cautious and kept a close eye on the changes around him, and therefore he spotted the shadow as soon as it appeared. He kicked out with his foot, striking the shadow squarely in the chest, but the shadow's body was as if made of steel, and his kick only managed to make the shadow stagger back slightly.
Yan Fei looked over and saw the face of the shadow that was attacking him, but what shocked him was that the shadow, which had appeared suddenly to attack him, was actually himself. Except, the attacking Yan Fei had an expressionless face, and his right hand was torn off, blood dripping everywhere, and his neck askew, clearly exhibiting the same appearance as when he had been killed last time.