Right when the old man was about to leave, the black vortex that was gradually swallowing Yang Ye up had suddenly stopped revolving. After that, the old man watched with shock as a middle aged man in imperial robes walked out slowly from within the black vortex. Moreover, the middle aged man was holding Yang Ye who had a slightly pale countenance.

The Demon Emperor! The old man’s pupils constricted. He didn’t hesitate to turn around and flee. He didn’t choose to tear space open ...