Upon hearing these words, the first thing Lelajin saw as he turned his head was a pair of mechanical feet. Seeing this, a bad premonition rose in his heart, and he struggled to adjust his gaze upward. He saw Pei Yan crouched beside him, a cigar in his mouth, watching him mockingly with those eerie eyes.
The once hateful and pale face was now ruddy and breathing normally, even the mecha on his body had regained its previous vigor. Seeing this, Lelajin's eyes nearly bulged with rage as he struggled to stand, but Pei Yan punched him back to the ground.
"Who are you! Who exactly are you! How could this be, how could it be possible!" Lelajin spat out through bloodied lips, panting heavily while questioning Pei Yan, who was straddling him.
