The battle was growing even more intense.

At this moment, Yang Ye was covered in injuries.

A long time later.

Bang!

A loud explosion resounded through the simulated battlefield, and then the entire battlefield collapsed.

It was obliterated!

The surroundings fell silent.

Bang!

Meanwhile, a figure slammed down before An Nanjing and Ding Shaoyao.

It was Yang Ye’s figure.

At this moment, he wasn’t injured, but his countenance was absolutely pale.

He was beyond exhausted!

While it was just a simulation, it was a huge amount of consumption for him. It was consumption of the mind and soul.

Meanwhile, An Nanjing spoke softly, “He succeeded.”

The outcome of the battle wasn’t important, what was important was that Yang Ye had proved himself. Even without treasures, he was still the same Yang Ye!

That was enough!

His Sword Heart had been fortified, and his Sword Core had condensed!

Yang Ye didn’t open his eyes. He was in a meditative state right now.

It hadn’t just been a battle to him,...