A formation.

Numerous swords were flickering through the surroundings, and every one of them had locked onto Yang Ye.

The Weapon Progenitor gazed at Yang Ye, “Yang Ye, we don’t want to fight you to the death. Your real enemy is the undying race. So long as you guarantee not to look for trouble with us, we will leave immediately.”

Unless they had no other choice, they didn’t want to fight Yang Ye to the death.

They were really not confident in their chances!

Yang Ye shook his head and smiled, “Now you want to talk about that? Why didn’t you do that earlier? All of you were so determined to kill me then.”

The Weapon Progenitor closed his eyes slowly, “Yang Ye, it’s pointless to talk about that now. If you insist on killing us, then you may just benefit the undying race in the end.”

Yang Ye shook his head, “As far as I’m concerned, my priority is to take your lives!”

Yang Ye waved his sword once he finished speaking.

Hiss!

A ray of sword energy shot toward the Weapon Progenitor.

The Weapon Progenitor...