The atmosphere of the Ghost General clearly wilted after the mysterious realm transitioned from night to day; it didn't even charge at Yan Yu immediately, instead choosing to silently recover its strength.
Yan Yu wasn't in a hurry to make a move either. He simply stood there, hands clasped behind his back, calmly circulating his True Qi to refine the medicinal power within his stomach, fiercely recovering the True Yuan he had expended before.
Of course, through the lens of the drones hovering in the sky and in the eyes of the clueless national audience, it seemed as if Yan Yu, much like a hero from a Louis Cha novel, was standing alone and posturing, intimating the Ghost General with his mere aura and deterring it from advancing.
The might of Yan Zhanlong was that terrifying?!