Yang Ye’s words were undoubtedly like a spear that stabbed into their hearts. The annihilation of the god race was a thorn in their hearts which could never be removed.

Including Zhi’er, her face had instantly turned cold when she heard him.

However, they didn’t know how Yang Ye felt right now.

Yang Ye suddenly released his right grip, and his sword shot forward like a bolt of lightning.

Zhi’er’s expression changed drastically from the sight of this. ...