Sword intent surged, and countless beings stared wide-eyed, all drawn by this aura.
Across heaven and earth, Spatial Rifts appeared one after another, forcing Lin Xuan to retreat from Yuan Yi.
"If he had erupted like this earlier, I wouldn't have been able to withstand even a single sword strike."
Lin Xuan sighed inwardly.
Of course, he knew that was impossible. Yuan Yi was now burning himself completely and borrowing power that did not belong to him.
A terrifying spiritual will continuously radiated from Yuan Yi's body, seeking to use the power of the Immortal Contract to forcibly control him.
Yet Yuan Yi was at the peak of his sharpness now. Even his spiritual consciousness seemed to have transformed into razor-sharp immortal swords, forcibly resisting the Immortal Contract's erosion.
"Bastard!"
Lin Xuan even heard a vast, thunderous rebuke.
"Old bastard..."
Yuan Yi grinned. The cracks covering his body continued to spread, yet he showed no regard for the pressure emanating from the immortal talisman.
"Lin Xuan!"
Abruptly, Yuan Yi turned to look at Lin Xuan.
"Farewell!"
Lin Xuan's expression turned solemn. The resolve in Yuan Yi's eyes had already explained everything.
"Good!"
Having received his answer, Yuan Yi completely withdrew his gaze, then took a step where he stood.
Lin Xuan swore it had been an exceedingly slight step, yet the power that erupted afterward made both his body and soul tremble.
Crash!
Lin Xuan could clearly feel the earth beneath his feet collapse like the surface of the sea. The terrible sword intent had sliced the ground into particles, reducing soil and stone to dust.
Lin Xuan steadied himself and looked down. Beneath his feet was already a vacuum, with smoke and dust billowing everywhere.
Clang!
The cry of a sword echoed between heaven and earth, and Lin Xuan