No matter how he fought back, the black robed old man couldn’t move a muscle beneath the pressure!

At this moment, he was beyond shocked!

Just like that, this continued for around four hours before the energy gradually dispersed, and the old man immediately left. Once he fled the mountain range, the old man looked back at the Martial Tomb, and deep fear gradually appeared in his eyes, or it should be described as terror!

Terror!

It was terror he’d only experienced in the Eternal River!

He didn’t dare to stay longer and vanished on the spot.

Once he left the Martial Tomb, Yang Ye immediately headed for the Southern Desolate Lands.

Finally, he had word on An Nanjing’s whereabouts!

Yang Ye shot swiftly through the sky on his sword. Everywhere he passed, the clouds were torn open, and it didn’t take long for him to arrive at his destination.

Desolation!

It was an area of desolation where he could not see the sky through the grayness of the world!

Yang Ye walked forward. He sensed no life in the area, and it was terrifyingly quiet too. There wasn’t even a breeze...