Yang Ye naturally didn’t just sit there and wait for death to arrive. As soon as the pike stabbed through his skin, he’d vanished on the spot.

Yang Ye glanced at his chest as he stood far away. There was a hole there and blood was seeping out incessantly.

Meanwhile, Hou Qing’s voice resounded again, “Kid, be careful of her weapon. Her weapon was specially made to pierce the defenses of our shaman race. No! Kid, don’t get locked in battle with her. Run immediately or ...