A long time later, Yang Ye opened his eyes slowly. He was just about to sit up when mincing pain came from his stomach!

“Huh?” Yang Ye endured the intense pain and intended to sit up, but he noticed to his shock that he actually couldn’t move his hands.

Even his legs were impossible to move!

A long time passed before Yang Ye figured out the situation.

At this moment, he was in a dark room, and his limbs were bound by a few thick iron chains that were secured underground.

Besides that, there was a dagger in his stomach!

So long as he used his profound energy, the dagger would move, and it just had to stab a few inches deeper to take his life!

Yang Ye closed his eyes slowly!

He recalled everything that occurred earlier!

At that time, An Nanjing and him were fighting the old man from the initial race. While the old man fully suppressed them in battle, they were barely able to support themselves in battle against him. But right when they entered the ground, a ray of...