Angel Yan seemed to have seen through the whole situation.
The young Angel Warriors heard her words, and the worry on their faces gave way to anticipation.
One after another, their fair, delicate fists clenched tight.
Meanwhile.
On Hua Ye's side.
Hua Ye was grinning, thoroughly enjoying himself.
But now.
His smile gradually faded.
No matter how fiercely he hammered his fists into Ye Yang's head and body,
Ye Yang had stopped screaming.
Even with his face swollen and bruised, he didn't make a sound.
It was like beating on a statue—no fun at all.
"Keep screaming, damn it! Your howls really get This King going!"
Hua Ye sped up his punches.
He wanted to see Ye Yang howl in agony again.
But at that moment,
as Ye Yang endured the storm of blows,
he clearly felt his rage being rapidly suppressed by reason.
Smack!
Smack!
Suddenly,
Ye Yang raised his thick arms and caught Hua Ye's fists, which were infused with Void Energy, in his broad palms.
"Hmm?"
Hua Ye, outside the Force Field Barrier, was taken aback.
His eyes fell on Ye Yang, whose face he had beaten black and blue. Ye Yang was staring back at him with eyes that should have been ferocious, yet were now utterly indifferent.
"Why'd you stop screaming? This King beat you into submission, did he?"
Hua Ye said coolly.
With a thought, he dispelled the Void Energy coating his trapped fists. Under the rules of the Void Barrier, his arms slipped free of Ye Yang's grasp.
"Tch. I didn't expect Hulk Mode to make me lose my reason when I got angry. What a humiliating blunder," Ye Yang muttered, wiping the green blood from his face with the back of his hand.
"What are you mumbling about? Have you submitted or