My Lord? Yang Ye glanced at the Weapon Seal with quite a strange expression on his face. He’d merely intended to give it a try, and he hadn’t expected it to work.

Of course, this was a good thing!

Yang Ye took a step forward and sized up the middle aged man. He noticed that the middle aged man really was just a puppet.

A puppet without a consciousness of his own!

A See Dao Realm puppet!

Yang Ye fell silent for a moment, and then he waved his right hand and transported the middle aged man into the Primordial Pagoda.

Yang Ye walked into the city.

The city was a scene of desolation. Countless buildings had crumbled, and they were pitch black as if they’d been burned.

A battle had happened here in the past!

Yang Ye glanced at the surroundings. The city was deathly silent, and the surroundings were filled with a gloomy aura that made him feel extremely uncomfortable!

The 12 swords of slaughter!

Yang Ye didn’t stay and continued further into the city. It didn’t take long for him...