Yang Ye naturally didn’t just sit there and wait for death to arrive. As soon as the pike stabbed through his skin, he’d vanished on the spot.

Yang Ye glanced at his chest as he stood far away. There was a hole there and blood was seeping out incessantly.

Meanwhile, Hou Qing’s voice resounded again, “Kid, be careful of her weapon. Her weapon was specially made to pierce the defenses of our shaman race. No! Kid, don’t get locked in battle with her. Run immediately or you’ll be in big trouble!”

Run!

Yang Ye shook his head because that wasn’t his style. He gazed at her, and she suddenly said, “You really do have the shaman race’s bloodline!”

A drop of blood was burning on her pike.

It was Yang Ye’s blood!

She looked up at him and said, “As a human, cultivating the cultivation techniques of the shaman race is a serious offense. You deserve death!”

As soon as she finished speaking, her pike shot forward. As soon as it arrived before him, she was behind the pike, and she grabbed it and twisted it.

Yang Ye looked her in...