C536 The Remnant Soul of a Sword Crafting Master

Suddenly, Wang Ye's feet went empty, and his body unsteadily fell to the ground. His surroundings were filled with miasma, he had been too focused on escaping that he did not notice his feet.

His body suddenly rolled downwards, rolling down the cliff. Wang Ye only felt his internal organs churning.

"Bam!" Wang Ye's head suddenly hit a big boulder