Ye Mo sat down and began to heal himself. Although he was entering a dream, the injuries he suffered were real. After fully recovering, Ye Mo did not hesitate and entered the dream once again.
To Ye Mo, thinking too much was useless. Only by observing in actual combat could he draw conclusions.
Entering the dream again, the four people with red, black, white, and gold outfits appeared once more, fighting separately. The one Ye Mo had killed before was the red-clothed Ye Mo, which caused the other three's strength to increase significantly. Ye Mo couldn't help but focus his attention on the other three.
"The white-clothed Ye Mo is always at the back of the four. Could it be the white-clothed Ye Mo is the weak point among them?"
Ye Mo's mind stirred, and his body flew like a swift swallow skimming the ground, rushing toward the four. In an instant, he was behind the white-clothed Ye Mo, immediately attacking with a spear.
Thunk!
