When Yang Ye and Xiao Yuxi arrived once more before the entrance to the Nether God’s Tomb, this place was covered in corpses. Over 90% of them were the corpses of human profounders. All of them had perished rather miserably and horrifyingly because their flesh, bleed, and souls had been completely sucked away, and only an extremely shriveled up corpse remained!

Yang Ye glanced indifferently at all of this, and then he said, “Let’s go!”

He would naturally feel no pity for these humans. What a joke! Would they fell pity for him if he was dead? If he really was dead, then these humans would probably be the ones who laughed with the most delight!

Xiao Yuxi nodded, and then she walked towards the entrance. Even though she felt slight pity towards them, that was all she felt. After all, they weren’t related to her at all! In the end, it was still the same principle. Since they dared to come to the Ancient Battlefield and the Ninth Hell, then they should have been prepared for death!

In this place, the strong lived while the weak perished! Since they were weak yet still insisted on coming, then who could they blame but themselves?

At the moment that Yang Ye and...