"Brat, you finally woke up!"
Ye Yuan had just regained consciousness when Dustless's voice sounded out by his ears.
He had just regained consciousness and could not even open his eyes.
A heart-piercing intense pain transmitted over, making Ye Yuan's divine soul quiver.
But he could not even groan.
His entire body seemed like it was totally not his.
"Senior Dustless? I … I'm not dead yet?"
Regarding him surviving miraculously, Ye Yuan also felt very surprised.
Recalling the spatial storm, Ye Yuan still had lingering fear in his heart until now.
In front of those violent spatial energies, Ye Yuan was feeble as if he was a mortal.
Ye Yuan virtually exhausted all of his means and could not withstand the storm's invasion too.