“You’ll be giving your life away if you head over in your current state!“ The Sword Spirit stood in his path and pointed at him, “Your internal organs have moved from their right positions, and they are even damaged. Moreover, practically all your profound energy has been exhausted. How will you avenge Xiaoman if you return now?”

“I refuse to leave just like that!” Yang Ye clenched his fists. Every time he thought about how Xiaoman died for him caused him to feel like something was about to charge out from within him. It was killing intent, and it was rage as well.

The Sword Spirit said, “I know that, but you should let your body recover even if you want to take revenge, right?”

Yang Ye took a deep breath, suppressed the killing intent and rage in his heart, and said, “You’re right. I can’t be impulsive. The most important thing is to recover for now. Only by recovering to my peak would I have a chance to avenge Xiaoman.”

Yang Ye blasted the nearby lava away and sat cross-legged in midair before he withdrew some extreme-grade energy stones to start recuperating.

A ray of light flashed....