Battle of Brothers!

He woke up from a thousand years of sleep. Like the bones that were rising from a black swamp as thick as oil, his memory pieces ran amok in his brain like glittering butterflies. The butterflies from a hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, and ten thousand years ago crashed, resulting in brilliant and hazy fire, which licked his brain cells and cleansed and reorganized his soul again and again.

He put on a mysterious smile. There were indescribable cunningness and unstoppable ambition in this smile.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the two swirls in his eyes stopped spinning, changing from the original black, white, and red into mysterious gray.

He moaned, like any person would after a good night's sleep. His immeasurable consciousness surfaced in the gray swirls; he was back. He was finally back!

Then, Li Yao saw a big hand that was turning larger and larger still before his hands, until it smacked his face brutally.

"Ouch!"