The Undertaker turned to look at An Nanjing, “It’s over!”

His figure vanished on the spot once he finished speaking.

An Nanjing’s pupils constricted. She was about to attack when a sword howl suddenly resounded, and then a ray of light tore through the air and arrived before the Undertaker.

The Undertaker frowned slightly and waved his saber horizontally.

Boom!

An explosion resounded, and then the Undertaker was blasted over 60m back.

At this moment, everyone here stopped fighting. They gazed at An Nanjing, or to be more precise, they gazed at the area in front of An Nanjing.

A man in green clothes had suddenly appeared there.

The experts from the Wu Clan were overjoyed at the sight of him, and Ying Yu’s group had unsightly expressions instead.

Because it was Yang Ye!

Yang Ye was here!

Yang Ye’s arrival clearly allowed the Wu Clan to heave a sigh of relief because they could see a chance now.

Yang Ye’s gaze descended onto An Nanjing. He gazed at her empty right shoulder...