At this moment, there was a golden bracer on Yang Ye’s arm, and there was a tiny ‘邢’ character on the bracer.

His hand was trembling, it was trembling violently.

Meanwhile, Yang Ye’s face was savage and warped. It seemed like he was enduring some sort of tremendous pain.

“What’s that?!” An Nanjing stared at Yang Ye’s right arm as she asked this question.

Qiong Qi fell silent for a moment, and then he replied, “The Wargod’s arm, the Wargod that ...