The black robed old man didn’t give Yang Ye any time. At the same time that Yang Ye’s consciousness had been immersed into his body, the old man’s figure had transformed into a pillar of black light that charged towards Yang Ye and An Nanjing.

An Nanjing glanced at Yang Ye, and then she stomped her right foot down and transformed into a ray of golden light that shot towards the old man.

In the Primordial Pagoda.

Yang Ye’s clone hurriedly woke up Snowy.

Once ...