The dagger swept horizontally and was about to slice Yang Ye in half. At this critical moment, Yang Ye’s left hand grabbed the dagger, and then his figure flashed and appeared over 1km away. Once he stopped, he pulled the dagger out, and then blood sprayed from the wound in his stomach.

Yang Ye looked down at his stomach. There was an almost 20cm long injury on his stomach. At this moment, blood was surging out incessantly from it. It was like a surging torrent. In the end, all the blood was absorbed by Heaven’s Gravestone.

Yang Ye had a gloomy expression on his face as he gazed at his stomach. He was just a little slower earlier, even a little slower, then his body would have been cut into two.

The masked man didn’t give Yang Ye time to rest. Yang Ye’s figure had just stopped moving when the space around him shook slightly. After that, another dagger appeared out of thin air before him, and it shot straight at his throat. It was extremely swift to the point that even Yang Ye could only see some afterimages.

Yang Ye relied on his instinct to swing his sword swiftly and stabbed it against the dagger.

Clang!

The dagger was blasted away, but Yang Ye’s expression changed slightly. Because one more dagger had appeared...