Yang Ye’s face was calm. He kept his left hand behind his back as he gazed calmly at Yuan Feng’s group. Actually, his gaze should be described as indifference. It was like Yuan Feng and the others were ants.

Nan Shuang was staring fixedly at Yang Ye from behind him, and she was slightly stunned.

“Kill him!” Meanwhile, Yuan Feng spoke abruptly. He naturally wouldn’t allow himself to be scared by a Half-Saint!

The experts from Wolf Soul Mercs that were charging ...