Under Xiao Ye's spiritual sense, the Stone Giant City was as magnificent as it was a few years ago, like an exotic beast lying on the earth, but the aura of martial artists in the city was more than half gone, appearing somewhat desolate.
Moreover, there were many traces of battles in the city.
"Could something have happened? Why are there so few martial artists in the city?" Xiao Ye was somewhat shocked as he flew toward the city.
It should be known that the over one hundred martial artists who pursued him six years ago were all trapped and killed by him in the Yellow Mound Spirit Valley, indirectly weakening the strength of that camp of ten alchemists.
Plus, with those Eight Great Masters guarding it, this Stone Giant City should be impregnable.
"Hmm?"
"Xiao Ye, it's really you; you truly didn't die!"
As Xiao Ye released his spiritual sense, a surge of spiritual sense welcomed him. A burly man with thick hair rose into the air, his face full of shock.
