He didn’t want it anymore!

Yang Ye wasn’t giving up, but he really didn’t have the strength to fight for it. The sword may be good, but staying alive was better!

He would never exchange his life for a sword.

If there was even the slightest chance, then Yang Ye would definitely not give up. But there wasn’t.

12!

12 sword cultivators, yet he’d almost lost his life just fighting the third. So, how would he fight the rest?

It was impossible!

Yang Ye laid there on the ground while his body twitched from time to time, and blood was ceaselessly flowing out from behind him.

If it wasn’t for the Primordial Violet Energy within him, he would have died from these injuries.

As soon as he spoke those words, the black robed sword cultivator turned ethereal, and then the figure vanished on the spot.

Suddenly, a voice resounded in Yang Ye’s head, “You did much better than I expected!”

Yang Ye opened his eyes, and a familiar figure was standing above him.

It was a man, a man without arms, legs, or eyes. It was the same mysterious man from beneath the...