Zhang Liu and the others stopped hesitating and exerted slight strength on their daggers. In an instant, countless heads rolled to the ground.

“Ah! Yang Ye! I, Beiming Yan, swear that I’ll definitely make you pay with your blood if it’s the last thing I do!” Beiming Yan suddenly roared madly, and then he tore space open and fled towards the distance. Even though he wished for nothing more than to drink Yang Ye’s blood and skin Yang Ye alive right now, he was very clearly ...