Tang Ye watched for a while, tilting his head and squinting one eye, a confused expression appearing on his face. He couldn't figure out what was going on. Rather than saying this other version of himself was floating in mid-air, it might be more accurate to say he was fixed in the air by some unknown force, unable to move to change his position. After all, when faced with a hostile entity—whether it be a high-level zombie or someone of normal intelligence—the logical reaction should be to flee, not to remain rooted to the spot like a fool!
Of course, Tang Ye's current guess wasn't necessarily correct, but the expression on the counterpart's face seemed to confirm his suspicion. Those arms flailing randomly, paired with his face full of terror and helplessness, conveyed his inner fear unmistakably to the real Tang Ye!
"Bring it on!"
