The cleansing surge of psychic force brought Ye Luo fully back to his senses. When he looked again at Frostmourne in his hand, there was no longer any energy stirring his urge for a bloodthirsty berserker rage. It was as though everything that had just happened had been an illusion, a false impression created by Ye Luo's own tense mind under Frostmourne's immense pressure on his soul. That thought had likewise appeared in Ye Luo's mind automatically, and he had nearly accepted it as a matter of course.
"What a demonic sword. You're still trying to influence my mind at a time like this?" A fierce glint flashed through Ye Luo's eyes as psychic force condensed into a needle and viciously stabbed toward Frostmourne.
With a crisp clang, the entire blade groaned continuously under the psychic assault.
A cold gleam flashed through Ye Luo's eyes. There had to be some lifeform within this sword, something akin to a sword spirit—and it was exceedingly sinister. Otherwise, Ner'zhul would not have placed multiple seals upon it. Any power that even the Lich King, Lord of Darkness, feared was terrifying beyond imagination.
Ye Luo very much wanted to uncover this demonic sword's secrets. Under normal circumstances, the Zerg did not need weapons, because their own bodies were the weapons best suited to their methods of combat. But that did not mean the Zerg had no need for other weapons and equipment.
Ye Luo had never equipped himself with gear before, nor had he equipped the Ye family brothers, because none of the weapons they encountered had caught his eye. But now, Frostmourne had sparked his intense interest. If possible, Ye Luo hoped this sword could become his personal weapon for some time to come.
However, he had no time to study the sword