"You... Wang Ba!"
"It's me."
Wang Ba looked calmly at the person in front of him, 'Guan Ao', or rather, he should be called Ye Cangsheng.
It seemed there was no surprise regarding his appearance.
His gaze then fell on the Yellow Hand, revealing a hint of peculiarity.
Stained with a bluish-black aura, this mighty mana-consolidated Yellow Hand started to rapidly decay and crumble, as if afflicted by plague.
His heart secretly felt a bit shocked:
"What a domineering plague aura, even inanimate things can't withstand it."
Ye Cangsheng, however, calmed down instead, sneering:
"Do you want to kill me? I have merged with Guan Ao, if I don't agree, you can only kill both me and Guan Ao!"
"But if you agree to let me go, I can guarantee Guan Ao won't die!"
"Of course, if you don't care about Guan Ao, then do as you please!"
He was certain Wang Ba wouldn't kill him.
Because it's not just him here, there are also many Wanxiang Sect cultivators coming from below.
