They’re here!

Yang Ye was about to say something when the space around them suddenly trembled, and then three old men and a middle aged man appeared there.

The experts of the shaman race!

Yang Ye’s face fell.

Yin Hou’s gaze descended upon the old man who stood not too far away from her, “Yu Gao, what’s the meaning of this?”

The old man, Yu Gao, gazed at Yang Ye, “Yin Hou, you should be aware of how disadvantageous it would be to us if that sword falls into the hands of the Sovereign of Man.”

Yin Hou chuckled, “Yu Gao, then let me be frank. I owe him a debt, and it’s he who brought me back to the Shaman Dimension. So, I won’t let anything happen to him in the Shaman Dimension. Understand?”

Yu Gao spoke in a low voice, “Yin Hou, you intend to disregard the shaman race’s safety for a human?”

“The shaman race’s safety?” Yin Hou laughed with ridicule, “Are you joking? A sword is related to the safety of our shaman race? If that’s true, our shaman race is absolutely weak.” She glanced...