The figures of countless people stiffened on the spot.

Yu Wushuang, Shang Qingying, and the others died just like that?

“Wait! Someone stopped Seng Yuan!” Suddenly, a surprised voice resounded.

They looked over and saw that a person was standing beneath Seng Yuan’s huge palm. If they didn’t look carefully, it was utterly impossible to notice because Seng Yuan’s palm was so huge.

It didn’t take long for them to see that person’s appearance clearly.

“My god! It’s Instructor Ye! It’s Instructor Ye! Oh my god! It’s Instructor Ye!”

“It really is him! Long live Instructor Ye! All hail Instructor Ye!”

“It really is him…. I… I… Kill them!”

“Instructor Ye!”

“Instructor Ye!”

In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with cheers of joy that shot into the sky.

It was Yang Ye, of course.

He was holding the white shield with both hands against Seng Yuan’s huge palm while Yu Wushuang and Shang Qingying were on his left and right. They were standing on the bits of the city walls that remained after it was blasted apart from the might of Seng Yuan’s attack.

Yu Wushuang gazed at him and spoke softly, “I knew you would come!”

Yang Ye grinned, “It isn’t the time to talk!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ye flipped his right hand, and the Herculean Sword appeared...